Sekhnet delivered the news, heartbroken.  The cutest of the three kittens of the feral kitten in the garden, the only one we’d named, Dobby, last seen by me two nights ago, characteristically toddling off to hide, is no more.  Nature, knowing that death is only a matter of time for every living creature, gave the handsome, timid runt of this litter about five weeks of life.   Here is the rest of the family the other day: