  Yesterday, as Bug and I were waiting for Rene to open up the Stray Cat house for us, another woman showed up with towel in her arms wrapped around a kitten that can fit in your hand. Saturday night, as she was eating dinner, her Corgis out back started barking and howling. She went outside to investigate and found, under her porch, a Manx kitten. She fed him sugar water and bathed him (he was covered in fleas) and brought him to the SCH first thing in the morning. (She couldn't keep him because she's a nurse on a 12 hour schedule. ) The odd thing is, she's been catching a litter of Manx kittens and bringing them into the SCH and has been trying to catch the mother.
This kitten is about 2 months younger than the other ones, so isn't from the same litter. The kitten was all alone under the porch and she has no idea how he got there. When Rene showed up, she called every volunteer she had and no one could take him, since he had to be fed every 3 hours for at least the first week.
The SCH doesn't have the staff to do it since they are stretched themselves. So I said I'd do it. Rene gave me a weeks supply of stuff, Bug and I fed him and put him in a carrier, then carried him around with us as we did our chores. We left a little early to get him home and feed him. Sharky was upset because we really cannot handle another animal at the moment, but he knows me.
I had promised no more animals, but this really was an emergency. We aren't going to keep him, but will be his foster family until he is strong and old enough to enter the kitten room at the SCH. He's on vitamins because he was anemic from the fleas but has been given Advantage, and we've only seen dead fleas on him since. Rene figures he is about 3 weeks old because his eyes are open and he is sort of walking (more like staggering) but his milk teeth are just barely nubs and his ears are still curled over.
He's black or brown, with white whiskers and a white chin & chest, and four little white slippers on his feet. Oh, and no tail. :-) This has been an incredible experience. I've never been around baby kittens before - mine were like 3 or 4 months or adult when I got them.
I feed him kitten milk (like powdered baby formula mixed with warm water) with a syringe and have to gentle stroke his privates to make him tinkle when he's done eating. He had his first bowel movements this morning and wow, was I a proud mommy! LOL He's living in his carrier (huge) with a blanky, a small pillow and a toy lion, donated by my kids. He walks slowly around, takes a nap, walks some more, sleeps, etc. At night, his carrier stays in our room. I wanted to give him a nice male Scottish name and thought about it all night, between feedings. Malcolm came to me this morning and it fits him quite nicely. 
