I was sitting outside this evening after mowing the front yard. A little black spot leaped up out of the gap in the fence by where I feed the ghost cat. My heart leapt as well. I moved closer. The little kitten I found on the porch was playing with the Mama cat, leaping in and out of the gap in the fence. It would wander over to the food dish I keep there, and take a bite or two, then engage in a rolling play with Mama cat. It just made my day: it survived.
I took out fresh water, saying hello kitty with every step.