The rest of the main litter faded away during the day, victims of the same common disease which may have killed their mother. We're now left with the strange kitten from a different litter, who's size said he was as old as the rest but who's development said he was at least a week younger. His eyes opened this afternoon, and he certainly sounds pissed off. Ellen feeds him with a tube, and does it fast enough to make Indycar fuelers take notes. Will it be enough? We don't know.