Yet another chaotic day *sigh*. The orange boy ate all his food last night, and then some today. All in all he's eaten two cans. Todays adventures have been crazy as usual. I brought the bl&white mama and her four to another foster home (a newbie, but willing to learn). It's temporary as the kittens are near social enough to be adopted. I get home to a message about a newborn kitten in one of "Smucks" barrels behind Tonino's. One of the PeeWees was on the way out...she wasn't developing right, and Cindy who paid to have her delivered via cesarean section on Easter Sun. took her home and saw the poor tiny girl over the Bridge. I drove to check out the one barrel kitten, and it was moved by the mother. So I checked around the area, and way away from the barrels, in the marsh under the dried up marsh reeds which were toppled, I hear a kitten crying. What an ordeal it was trying to locate this tiny creature. Rather like finding a toothpick in a lumber yard, but I found a three day old baby all by himself. I opted to not try trapping the mom cat as she may have others in another nest, and forgot about this tiny tyke. So it's back to bottles, and dirty kitten butts...but Greta does 'diaper duty' so that helps. No rest for the weary.