OK, heard a cat crying outside a few hours before sunrise. Our feral family is usually silent, so went outside to see. The gang was clearly upset, the crying was coming from the road. And there was this tiny damp kitten crying in the road in the rain. I meowed back and he ran right to me. Got him inside, dried off, and warmed up. He figured out wet food right away, and when he's not eating he's a furry cuddle puddle in my housemate's reversed hoodie hood. Got him to a vet the next day, got him some antibiotics, and he's looking good. And he's a she, we've named her Holstein for the time being. She'll be living inside until four months at least and gotten all her shots etc. The second pic is Tomithy, a stray tom that comes by regularly for treats. He's totally into people, so we suspect he was a dump. We're pretty sure he's the dad, same coloration, same coarse fur ... same smug "I'm cute and I know it." look. She lived because she knew how to cry for help, we'll do her best to give her a good life.