There is a kitten asleep on your wrist. Curled around your neck. Soft fur brushing against your skin as you sleep. It smells of warm dust and milk, of a sunbeam moving slowly across the bedsheets. Somewhere beyond the door, breakfast is toasting, tea is brewing. The morning is cosy and glowing. You open your eyes.There is no kitten. Your landlord doesn’t allow pets. There is no bedroom, even – you’re at a desk, mid-afternoon, in a city somewhere busy.hellip;read more raquo;