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There is a litter of kittens on a table, most of which are so tiny that their eyes haven't opened yet. They're forming a soft, mewing pile of fur, looking for the warmth of a mother that isn't there.
What is there is a saucer of warm cat's milk, into which is occasionally dipped a polished white finger bone before it's held out for one or more of the babies to feed from. Another handful of phalanges is gently petting various heads in a comforting way.
Death doesn't usually get involved in his work, but he does so like cats.
[Car Kays bait for: Mother Nature, Lorne the Demon and Gabriel]
What is there is a saucer of warm cat's milk, into which is occasionally dipped a polished white finger bone before it's held out for one or more of the babies to feed from. Another handful of phalanges is gently petting various heads in a comforting way.
Death doesn't usually get involved in his work, but he does so like cats.
[Car Kays bait for: Mother Nature, Lorne the Demon and Gabriel]