Meet Magnolia. Notice anything on her forehead? Heh. She would prance around in her kitty box and chase imaginary bugs. She'd stretch her skinny neck to check if I'm out of sight and then jump out of the box when I'm not looking. Her beady eyes would squint when I'm giving her a neck massage.

She was roaming underneath the cars outside my office when I found her. I scooped her with one hand and held a cardboard box with another. The coast was clear - cat-phobic colleague wasn't in - and I took her with me to the second level of my office and fed it some water. I couldn't bear to release it even though The Mother specifically told me 'not to interfere with nature' and to 'put it back where it belongs'. Isn't this an affinity?

I laid a beanie stuff toy and a blanket in the box; kittens need to stay warm. The box and its sleepy mistress now lay at the back alley of my office. I've bought some kitten food. If she is smart, she knows she has to stay in her box until tomorrow morning.

UPDATE 10 SEP 9.30am: I was warned that leaving the cardboard box at the back alley only means one thing - the Chinese cardboard collectors will take it away. But I couldn't fathom why anyone want to take away a box which, by looking at its contents, obviously has an owner. So I tucked the box away right next to my office's back door. 'Surely they would know it belongs to someone right?' I asked myself. Alas no! The box is gone. Newspaper strips thrown all over the floor, but the beanie toy, blanket and expensive china bowl with water are all missing... Magnolia too... Why take something not yours???? I held on to the packet of Whiskas which I bought specially for this baby...