I reach out just a tiny bit to touch its head but it instantly recoils, readying itself to run the other way. Alright, this is going to be harder then I thought.
I take another strip of red meat from my hand and dangle it from my fingers. It gradually slinks back again, looking at the meat like it might be a trap. Yes...
Yes little one, come closer... Trust in the magic floating hand in front of you.
The kitten sniffs my fingers before nibbling on the ham, and I have to hold back tears like a lake behind a cracking dam. He... He loves me!
"Dennis, look! LOOK! Are you looking??"
"Yes! Yes I'm looking." Dennis approves, his hand still on my shoulder.
"Dennis, we've got to bring this little guy back with us. He looks so cute!"
I can tell by the slow transition to a frown on
