I head into my office and sit down with a heavy sigh and 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 from home because his wife’s kittens don’t like them and I swipe them up to put in my desk for later. It gives me a reason to go 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...