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Holy cat, today is Caturday.
Y'all should be ashamed, fr. no cap.
Behold, the tiniest of the kittens (named Mew, after the pokemon)
>have kitteh, sleepy on a back of a couch
>gamer on couch, in front of kitteh
>itches for kitteh, I brought a whole bag
>kitteh reaches out and rests paw on gamer's neck
>oblivious
>moar itches for kitteh
>kitteh flexes claws
>gamer loses
On this caturday a new kitteh dad was born, when a wee tiny orange stripey bubbah did appear on our front porch next to the feline communal food dish.
Tiny and scared, this wee matted floof did try to hide behind the bowl, as the main cat dad did give it a smol dish it could get over the lip of.
After newest of smol had eaten her fill, main dad did bring her inside, giving her the upside-down lid of a foam ice chest with an old shirt, on which to sleep.
The next morning, when main dad went to check on the newest smol, he did find his younger brother with his shirt wrapped around her like a taco.
Her name is now "Comet", and she is now the newest member of a family that to her perspective involves many kitties (by sight and smell) and two hoomuns who both smell like the scent-residue of all those kitties when they're very happy.
And she lives in the temperature well-regulated environment of one of them.
(Pics in a day or so. Shes had a bath, but she still looks scrawny and pathetic)