The kittens trembled, "half dead with fear," she wrote in her diary. "And our loud voices, and the sharp light from the lamp." "Human hands with so many moving fingers scare them," Antonina advised softly. As they lifted off the lid, two tiny speckled fur balls stared up angrily at the human faces, hissed, and began biting and scratching any hand that reached for them. When his taxi arrived at the main gate one summer evening, a guard ran to help Jan unload a small wooden box and together they carried it to the villa, where Antonina eagerly waited with sterilized glass bottles, rubber nipples, and warm formula. Nina offered to raise them inside the house.
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