A few weeks ago, I discovered 7 newborn kittens on my back porch.
Last week, I discovered mangled fur and that their box had been moved.
My aunt disposed of the remains- so mangled a count was not possible, but it appeared all were lost.
Today, I discovered 5 kittens, tucked safely in the rafters above where their original box had been.
One tumbled, uninjured, from it's high tower.
We extracted the other kittens and now, reunited, they await whatever plan we come up with to get them fed and keep them safe until they're big enough to... fly the nest.