I found my kitten on the back porch of a home I was living in, where I used to feed all the stray cats...one day, they brought a tiny newborn up on my porch...I heard him screaming. I went out and tried to get one of the female cats to nurse him, but to no avail.
So, after a day and a half, I could no longer stand it, and I brought him in my house...I fed him with an eye dropper, then a baby bottle with kitten formula....he didn't even have his teeth yet, but he was so grateful to have a warm arm to lay in and warm milk.
Even though I put him in a foam rubber cat bed, he would crawl out at night, and over to me, climb up my pillow by my head, urinate, and go to sleep! It was so tiny I hardly noticed...but he did grow into my loving little boy. I named him "Rocky" because he fought so hard for his life.
Today, he just turned 11 years old at the end of July, and he's the best friend I've ever had...I guess to him, I'm the only 'mom' he's ever know. I am so blessed and so happy.