No one expected a barbed-wire kitten to have a cuddle quota, but here we areâmoonlit, misunderstood, and mildly hazardous. This little tangle of tenderness was forged for fences but born to purr. âI like to cuddle,â it mews, its voice a metallic squeak of hope. Sure, hugs come with disclaimers⊠but love isnât always plush, darling