It felt like the plot to a Christmas film: I was turning out of my therapists office in Fitzrovia one late November morning - sunny and crisp, perfect romcom conditions - when a little cat, as scrawny as a chicken leg, rushed out from under a car.

She was ravishingly pretty; cloudy grey and apricot, with huge green eyes and clearly lost. Not once in 14 years of working in this busy central London area had I seen a cat; not even a 3am feral when waiting for the night bus. My south London neighbourhood has self-important street toms, but this little kitten was not at all like them. She looked young and underfed. Mrrrp, she trilled, winding her body around me as though air-kissing a friend...

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After a devastating year of failed IVF, finding a cat on the street has changed my life for good - Telegraph.co.uk

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