Meet my kitten-to-be, Duncan MacLeod. (Yes, that is the Highlander. No, I didn't name him, but it's still cute and I'm keeping it.)
Could he be cuter? I believe the answer is no. I am completely in love with him already.
And I don't think he minds. He's a whole four weeks old in these pictures, and he's already grown a ton.
My friend Heather, who works at a vet's office, is fostering him. He was found all alone outside in some bad storms we had a few weeks back. They think the mom was moving her litter and dropped him. Heather raised him by hand, and they were a little worried about him for a while.
The first week she brought him in, he was so little he could barely hold his head up. Now, since Heather has done such an awesome job, he's an active, curious little guy.
After the second week, I was done. I had to have this cat. He still needs a little more care than I can give him right now, so Heather is still fostering him until he can eat crunchy food on his own. Right now he still needs canned yummies every four hours or so. (It's cute, but I can't do it while I'm at work.)
But I had to knit some little cat toys to send home with him at least.