"Aren't they the most productive little things, marching about as if surveying all they own?"

An older man with greying curly hair and a wild smile tiptoes through the kittens swarming around his ankles, a wee one tucked under his arm. He picks one off Jeff's back and sets it gently on the floor. It climbs his leg.

"I haven't seen you here before! Granted I don't get out here much. Kittens were too great a temptation to pass up!"