I brush my hand along his fur, hoping I don’t startle it away. However, the kitty is so tired, it makes no protest about being touched. “Hey, buddy. Where’s your mama?” Because a kitten this small is definitely still nursing. I glance around the yard, hoping to find a larger cat somewhere…but there’s no sign of her. “What are you doing?” I jump at the sound of Knox’s voice behind me. Turning my head, I look up at him. “Did you know there was a kitten in the backyard?” His face scrunches as he glances down. “No.” He starts to walk inside, but I halt him. “Where were you? I knocked on
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