“Relax, little one,” the molly said. Her voice was stern,
but she was making an obvious effort to sound gentle. “We aren’t here to hurt
Rusty glanced over at the other kitten and hesitantly sat back down. The three feral cats followed suit – the molly
sitting perfectly straight and still, the tom settling his weight on his front
paws, and the kitten moving and plopping down heavily beside the tom.