After the war, Harry finds solace in fostering orphaned kittens. One day, a kitten appears on his door step without explanation—and attacks him! Taking it in, he quickly finds that this kitten is nothing ordinary.
“What?” Harry asks, bewildered. “What do you want?”
The kitten meows loudly at a piece of layered meat.
“Guanciale?” Joe seems surprised. “Oh. Italians use it to make…carbonara.”
Harry looks disbelievingly at the kitten. It meows loudly again before it lowers its head, ready to plunge into the meat—
“No!” Harry yelps and grabs hold of it, “Don’t—”
Joe bursts into laughter. “You know what, I’ll give it to you for free. Can’t say no to a cat who wants to eat proper carbonara.”




















