I got a call from feral-cat-lovers up the hill (I won't share their name, lest someone dump cats on them) that a neighbor had been caring for a stray cat, who had been dumped with her sister the year before. The sister had been killed by a car. This little stray had survived, earning her keep as a mouser, and giving birth to four little munchkins. The neighbor couldn't afford to fix five cats, so mom and the kits are here. Mom will get spayed and go home, no longer a "stray," but owned, and the kittens will stay here, up for adoption.
There's something to be said about having them walk in the door at the "utter cuteness" stage: six weeks old.
This look on this gray tux kitten's face is the same look his owner will see when he is 20 years old and ruling the house as an old man.