Marko Sendoa isn't a beach man. He's not an Auckland man. He's a hard man. Born Basque tough, raised in the heart of New Zealand's Southern Alps, and bred on hard work, discipline, and getting the job done. It's not easy for a rugby flanker who's played 13 bruising seasons to make it to age 32 at the top of his game, but he's done it. Next year is the Rugby World Cup, and he'll do whatever it takes to be on the field in the black jersey when the anthems are sung.
He doesn't need a kitten.
He doesn't need a pregnant cousin.
He definitely doesn't need a too-short, distractingly curvy, totally unimpressed Maori barista and part-time pet portraitist who fills his house and his life with too much color, too much chaos, and too many secrets.
He's getting them anyway.