A (Very Barely Fictionalised) Story
Narrated by 'O' and featuring his wife Bernice.
Bernice… came… inside carrying a tattered cardboard box holding five kittens.
“I think they belong to the [stray] cat we tried to adopt [from the neighbourhood ‘beat’],” she said, “This box was wedged under some other oddments [thrown into our garden by neighbours] and must have been there for a while.”
“Mother cats move their kittens every few days to stop predators ‘smelling’ out their hidey hole,” I said remembering something I’d read years ago and (possibly) hoping to shelter from...
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