Last night I took in a tiny kitten as his "owner" was no longer capable of looking after him.
His name's Charlie, he was crawling with fleas and has quite bad coryza. I'm not sure how old he is, but at a guess I'd say about 6-8 weeks.
Last night we put him in a travel crate, with lots of straw and some water, 12yo DS slept on the floor next to him (literally, I came in to find him lying on his rug with various items of discarded clothing in lieu of bedding). I nipped out to pick up some kitten kibble, pouches and milk this morning, and made him a temporary litter tray out of an old baking dish. I let him out of the crate and he went straight to the litter tray, then I gave him some food and he wolfed it down.
We've spent the day playing and cuddling him, and right now he is curled up in a ball fast asleep next to me while the DCs play Lego.
We're keeping him in quarantine until we see the vets tomorrow.
The photo is a bit dark, but I'll post some more later.