My kitten

His name is Meiko. Hayley picked it and we all agreed that it was a spectacular name for a kitten. Meiko has a black "M" on his forehead, so we had to name his something that started with that letter.
He slept in my bed last night. I put his box next to my pillow, but he didn't want to stay there, so he crawled out and slipped under the covers and crawled down as far under the blankets as he could until he finally curled up and fell asleep. I barely slept at all last night, afraid that I would roll over him or something awful like that. I woke up around 3:30 and began feeling around frantically. "Oh no! I lost him!" I thought. I finally found him down near my feet and my heart rate slowed back to normal.
I figured that would be a good time to feed him, so I got out his bottle and fed him. He cries the whole time he eats. He cries the whole time he's awake. He cries a lot!
He's so tiny that he fits in the palm of my hand. It's really cute when he eats. He makes such a big mess, getting milk all over his face. He signals me when he's hungry by trying to tear apart my hand with the teeth he thinks he has.
Kittens are happiness.