The arrival of this bunch of spitters and shakers cracked me wide open, and right when I needed it.
Enter Kitten Babyleaf and her fluffy kin seemingly as traumatised, adrift and desperate for security as me. With that, a dormant paternal instinct (or maybe a saviour complex) kicked in.
Slowly, day by day, step by step, the kittens came to me, tentatively from abandoned U-bends, led by Babyleaf, a prophet of domestic promise.
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