The main occupation of the family these days is the arrival of a bedraggled kitten. When found, he was barely two weeks old. A neighbor boy found him in a ditch that is now likely haunted by the ghosts of his siblings. He brought the poor thing to us. It’s flattering that we’re known in the neighborhood as people who can take care of distraught animals, actually (and will). Anyway, the veterinarian told us that he had only about a 50% chance of survival, particularly as he had an infection that could turn out to be...