I never knew how much work kittens were before they were weaned. There's a mother cat at the animal shelter with more than she can possibly feed all at once. The smallest one keeps getting pushed away by the others when it tries, so I've been trying feed it myself, with an eyedropper. I'm not sure it knows who or what I am or what's even going on since its eyes haven't even opened yet. I never really thought of my own cat, back home, ever being this small. I wonder if he's being taken care of, if he misses Obviously, he was, but he was already three months old when I got him. I never thought of how small he must have been before that.
I'm still without a wand, but it's getting a bit easier, getting used to having to do things by hand instead. It's strange, I've been here weeks and yet I still keep reaching for it as though it's going to miraculously be there.