Eventually, I scooped the kittens up one by one and placed them in my arms. The mother cat followed, not a sound from her as she climbed into the cradle of my elbow.
Baxter stayed close, almost proud. His tail wagged faster the closer we got to the fence, as if he had done his job and now needed me to finish it.
I carried them all home.
Inside, I made a nest in a laundry basket with soft towels. I placed it in the corner of the living room, right next to the old armchair Lily used to curl up in. I set out a bowl of water and some tuna, and Baxter lay down beside the basket like a sentry on duty.
I carried them all home.
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