Chapter 85

I head into my office and sit down with a heavy sigh and a weird mood, spying the bag of cat treats that Jackson has left for me here. I smile involuntarily, a little warm pick me up to my internal sombre heaviness. He brought them home because his wife’s kittens don’t like them, and I swipe them up to put them in my desk drawer for later. It gives me a reason to visit the little fleabag before bed and check in on him. It’s sad to admit, but Feral’s visits have become the highlight of my day. Nurturing some poor little beast back to health and seeing him improve daily gives me some sense of self-worth.

Jackson has also taken a shine to Feral and made him a little shelter in the far corner of the lot to sleep in when it’s raining. He utilised some old plastic tubs and cut a doorway in the side of one he had upturned. It’s all cosy and watertight, with the lid as a removable base we can clean. Filled with old rags and a pillow, Feral at least has somewhere weather resistant and