Tum & Tin: Tin's Secret Hiding Spot

Every kitten needs a safe place — Tin found hers under Tum's ear

That night, Tum cried. Not the attention-seeking whimper of a spoiled puppy, but the genuine, gut-wrenching wail of a baby who doesn't understand why the world is dark and cold and unfamiliar.

No one expected what happened next. Tin, the cat who wouldn't let anyone touch her belly, who swatted at fingers that came too close — she padded across the hallway, squeezed through the bars of Tum's crate, and curled up against his chest.

The crying stopped.

By morning, they were sleeping nose to nose, Tin's tiny paw resting on Tum's oversized one. And that was the beginning of everything.