Never having spent much time with cats before—my experience of them had been largely restricted to dockside strays, agile mousers and haughty stable-cats, none of whom had ever paid me much attention—I was at a loss to explain the sudden surge of affection I felt for the pair before me. Perhaps it was simply that I’d reached the end of a long and extremely fraught journey, but in that moment, I could easily have fought my would-be assassin barehanded to ensure the continued happiness of Spoons and Son of Spoons.
