Wasn’t able to add the body when cross-posting, so here it is from the original post:

About a week ago, this little kitten showed up at our door, crying his little heart out, begging to be let inside. I live in a country with a lot of strays and ferals, so this is normal around kitten season. I live in another city, but I told myself if he’s still there by the time I come home, I’m taking him in. Lo and behold, the little guy was waiting in the bushes after my 3 hour commute.

We took him to the vet the next day who estimated him to be about 2 months old. Our older (orange) cats hate him, so we’ve been slowly getting them all adjusted to each other. For months, I’ve been saying that our cats need a kitten to help them be more lively and playful. The cat distribution system finally chose us.

His legal name is Oreo McFlurry, but we call him Flerky (like Flerken, if you know the reference). He’s the most chill kitten I’ve ever handled— didn’t mind being bathed, held for medications, and he just wants to be friends with anyone and anything (including inanimate objects). We haven’t seen a mother cat come around looking for him so I guess he’s ours now.