Thinking back to early adolescence, I recall a recurrent sensation of cuddling some creature against my chest. It is quite small, about the size of a cat. It is not a human baby and it is not an animal. It is part human and part something else. I can recall an occasion in the house at Price Road. I must be twelve or thirteen. I wonder what it is...a squirrel?...not quite. I can't see it clearly. I don't know what it needs. I do know that it trusts me completely.
Much later I was to learn that I am cast in the role of the Guardian, to create and nurture a creature that is part cat, part human, and part something as yet unimaginable, which might result from a union that has not taken place for millions of years.
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