I was in the middle of a coaching call yesterday (training a trainer on DISC theory and workplace applications) when a post-it was stuck onto the desk before me. It read, “Did you say that it was ok for your son to bring home a kitten? Call hubby.”

No, I never said that (of course), but I had to continue with the call for almost another 45 minutes.

When I was finally able to call home, it turned out that the kitten signal wasn’t from Ben (6) but from Evan (24). He was “sure that I would want him to” bring us one of a litter of very young kittens that were abandoned at the back doorstep of where he works.

Well, I’m not sure the timing is good for a pet, but I’m sure you know what happened we saw this little creature:

The cat – Ben wants to call it “Stripe” or something that starts with an “M” – was shaky and scared last night, so I ended up cuddling it out on the couch all night. Of course, he/she seemed to think that 4 am was the perfect play-hour.

I’m sure this cat is too young to be away from its mother. He (or she?) won’t drink any water or milk (should I try Similac? I actually have some). Some dry kitten food and a few bits of Ben’s Eggo is all the kitten has had. I’m not sure if it knows how to use the litterbox, but there’s been no activity of any kind in almost 24 hours now.

I’m going to call the vet tomorrow, but any sharing of the kitten wisdom would be welcome. I’ve not dealt with one this young before.