Can a memory of perfect warmth also be the seed of profound sorrow? For Toby, life began not as a story, but as a feeling. It was the constant, rumbling purr of his mother, a sound that was both the floor and the ceiling of his tiny universe. It was the scent of milk and clean linen in a cardboard box that felt like a palace. He was one of five, a tangled knot of soft fur and twitching whiskers...
