When I got home at a ridiculous hour in the morning yesterday, this little kitten greeted me. It was the same little kitten who followed me home the week before.

He was so adorable, and it felt cruel to just leave him outside, besides, I did want him to come back so I brought out a dish of milk for him. Little did I know that my sister had already done that, and even built a little shelter for him.

He was there today in the morning when I left the house, and still there when I came back tonight.

Has anyone lost a ginger kitten?