There were three silver-grey kittens, almost Russian blues, abandoned at a garden centre not far from where we live.
There were three, but the third had been given away to live on a farm.
The remaining two welcomed us with luxurious purring
Their warmth and curiosity appealed to us so muchwe felt we'd be lost without taking them home with us.
But something is always missing. It is the mysterious third who, like a shadow of the other two, moves in a strange proximity to them.
