"My mother uses the old fashioned wassail recipe," Marcus said, "and nothing against her recipe, but I like Angus's better. Don't tell her that."
"Your secret is safe with us," Angus laughed. "How's the Honeydukes remodel coming?"
"Well. They're almost finished," Marcus replied. "Ezra's home from St. Mungos, and they've headed back to Hogwarts, so that's all as it should be. Robert has him on a special diet for a little yet while his digestive tract continues to heal, but Ezra says he feels well enough. I believe that Madam Pomfrey will continue to follow with him until Robert releases him from conditions entirely, but he believes Ezra should be able to go to his classes at least. Mom and Dad are coming back in a couple days, and Michael has offered them his place so they can get the shop cleaned, the candy restocked, and their place refurnished. Dad loves that the kettle is enchanted. Mom is completely taken with Snidely and the dogs. In fact, I think they've asked Michael for a pair from the next litter."
"Um...speaking of litters, I suppose we should probably tell you," Ginger said. "We found a pair of kittens outside. They look new. Or new-ish. Anyway, we couldn't just leave them unattended, so we...well,..."
"Where are they?" Angus sighed.
"In a shoebox in our closet," Anise said.
"Go get them--now," Angus ordered.
"But..."
"I don't believe I stuttered. Go get them now," Angus repeated. The girls got up and brought two rather large-ish kittens that barely had their eyes open and showed them to Angus. One was ginger, except for a cream-colored patch on its chest, and one was all cream colored. "Well, first of all, those aren't cats."
"What do you mean? Of course those are cats," Anise frowned.
"No. They're not. Those are newborn kneazles, both of them."
"Kneazles? Are you sure?" Anise asked.
"Positive," Angus said. "Look at the tails and the ears. Those are not cats' ears or tails. Kneazles. Did you find any more of them? Or did you see an adult one anywhere?"
"No. Just these two little blokes."
"No. One bloke, one bird."
"How can you tell?"
"How do you think I can tell? The orange one is a bloke, and the cream colored is a bird," he replied. He set down his cider and went to the kitchen. He got out a can of condensed milk, some yogurt, some eggs, and mixed them, added some water and then heated it. While he was doing that, he got out a pair of old small baby bottles and shrank them a bit further.
"What are you doing?" Ginger asked.
"They have to eat something. No telling when they ate last," he replied. "They're too little for anything else but formula, and since we don't happen to have kneazle formula, this homemade version will do for them very nicely. It'll be ready in a moment. Anyone up for baby kneazle feeding?"