second that tiny body rested against me, I understood why the blanket mattered.
She weighed almost nothing.
Just warmth, fragile bones, and one very offended little squeak.
Greg returned to the garden.
About ten minutes later, after moving dirt inch by inch and enduring increasingly furious cries from beneath the border, he finally managed to reach inside.
He pulled out another tiny gray kitten.
Relief hit me so hard I nearly cried.
Greg actually did.
He sat back in the dirt, holding the kitten in both hands while his shoulders
