My folks encountered this kitten, somehow lost in the mountains. They fed it for a couple of weeks. Then my mom used some Rube Goldbergian techniques to catch the little brat. Now, it lives in the back room. The brat's comin' around fast. Already, she tolerates our petting her, brushing her. She'll be playin' with us soon. She might end up at my place. UPDATE 10/29: we have determined that the kitten is male, and I have named him "Bugsy." He seems to become happier and livelier with each day that passes. I'll take him to the vet for a checkup pretty soon.