Tonight I heard loud meowing at the door, so I opened it to see an adorable Siamese kitten. She rushed into my apt. like she owned the place and continued meowing, like 'Why did you put me out there, it's December, what's wrong with you human?!' She's not mine. But she is now stuffed full of left-over chicken and sleeping contentedly in my lap

She has no fleas, no ear mites, and seems in perfect health. She probably belongs to someone else, but for tonight I have a tiny kitten in my lap, and I'm very happy.