In January 1999, Pumpkin, his 2 littermates, and their feral "teenage" mother were rescued and brought to the Cat Hotel when the kittens were about 2 weeks old...just as their eyes were beginning to open. The other 2 kittens were adopted, but Pumpkin never was, so he lived at the Hotel till it closed this year, and I adopted him. (The mother cat was too wild to ever be a pet; she was accepted at the Best Friends Sanctuary in Kanab, Utah.) It's difficult to tell how small he was when this pic was taken because the TV sets we had in the "Deluxe" condos were very small. 7" screen... maybe. He was not supposed to be in there, but he always went wherever he wanted to. Still does.