It was a Wednesday in mid-September and I’d just dropped Mike off at the airport. Off to California to help look after his aging mom for six weeks. As for me, I had the house all to myself – well, if you didn’t count Boots, Miss Marple, Sherlock, Sasha and Charlotte. Article content

Friday morning I wandered into the kitchen to plug in the kettle. As I headed to the bathroom, I noticed something out of place on the laundry room floor and went to inspect. It was a new-born kitten. And there was Boots, the mom, on the other side of the room giving herself a bath. Article content

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I scooped up Boots and the kitten and settled them in a spacious bedroom closet upstairs with an old quilt and food and water. Great. More kittens. That’s all I needed.

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