A couple of days ago I found myself remembering how I felt when I first had to handle the smallest kitten I had ever personally encountered. I was scared. No, that's an understatement to end all understatements. I was completely terrified and felt more inadequate than I had ever felt. The culmination of this emotional wringer was an actual panic attack, when the kitten in my care had taken a fall down the three flights of stairs we had in our rental at the time. I thought I had just killed a fellow earthling through my negligence. Well, it was an overreaction, of course, and the kitten landed on his feet, dusted himself off and went about the rest of his day. That kitten was our first cat Vader whom we had adopted from a rescue. He was only 7 weeks old when he came to us. And like I said, the smallest thing I'd ever had to hold. Vader's first day with us The next time I encountered the smallest creatures again was when our first foster kittens arrived. They were a bit bigge...