On a warm July evening this summer, I received a text from a friend, telling me she and her husband had found a tiny grey kitten on their evening walk, and that the kitten was close to death, and in a pitifully bad condition.
I cried, and then we all waited with bated breath through the days of antibiotics and cleaning and feeding him up. Twelve weeks and an amputated tail (and a quick neutering while they were at it) later, Janine asked if I would do a portrait session of him and his adopted sister Princess.
And I was only too happy to oblige…
