They shivered inside the carboard box, three miniature shapes, huddled together. Their black fur was damp, and they were still so new that their eyes weren’t even open. The delicate mews they made had drawn her to investigate the soggy cardboard box, and now she was staring down at the three kittens. She knew she couldn’t leave them alone. She picked up each shaking form and stuck them inside her shirt against bare skin. They wriggled, but then settled as they found one another again to snuggle against her chest. Tiny claws held her as she hustled for her car.