We had a plan. I was going to go to the hospital to give birth and return home without a baby, as this little one inside me would be going home with his parents. And that would probably be just fine. But on the odd chance it wasn’t ok, if my body held on to this biological urge to care for a little being that was no longer around, what then? A kitten, I thought. That would solve it. Small and soft and snuggly and in need of care. Something to hold in my arms if ever they felt too  ...