He allowed C. to feed him. He fought a badly needed bath. She was surprised to find he was orange instead of gray. It's still going to take a couple more baths to get the rest of the oil from his coat. After that he immediately hid. It took C. quite awhile to find him.
When I got home from work, the first thing I wanted to do was see the new kitty. She handed him to me, and I sat down and put him on my lap. He immediately crawled to my breasts and soon fell asleep. After a little while, he woke up and started one of the richest purrs I've ever heard in such a little cat. The vet estimates he's about six weeks old. Apparently he's quite taken with me. He'll get up to explore a little and then come back and settle in right over my heart to nap again.
It feels good. He's adorable in a goofy cat kind of way, and he's still very scared until he crawls up on me. I don't feel good for much in this world right now, but I make a comfortable resting place for a small, scared kitty. It may be a little thing, but it's something, and tonight, it's enough.