Kitten

I found a kitten outside of the house this evening — orange and white, with beautiful and delicate brushstrokes in his fur. (I'm sure there's a term for these sorts of markings, but I don't know what it is.) My guess is he's no more than a month or two old — you might think I'd be a better judge of such matters, with all the experience I've had with kittens over the past ten years, but I can do no more than venture a guess.

It took some coaxing to convince him to come close enough to be handled while he was outside, but he has quickly become very friendly and comfortable. He seems healthy, and he's very clean, and even smells a bit of shampoo — this is obviously a cat that has wandered away from home, and may not have been away for all that long.

He stuffed himself with food, and seems quite content. I'm sure someone will come looking for him tomorrow — tonight, he's fast asleep in my son's room, hidden away from the jealous suspicions of the other cats.