What a week. On Sunday night, as on other nights, we herded Cybelle and the kittens into their bedroom, filled the various food and water dishes, and closed the door. Early Monday morning I opened the door, and out limped Mr. Kitten. A $150 trip to the vet and several x-rays later, we learned his leg wasn't broken. He's still favoring it, but it hasn't slowed him down much. I'm actually not sure whether this photo is him or her, but it's a good place to start.