Domino
This is Domino on the day he first opened his eyes and found out where the milk had been coming from for the last week. I don't think he wasn't impressed.

If you know anything about kittens then you'll realise from what I've just said that he was only about 10 days old when this picture was taken. The syringe is one of the 20ml types which means that when the photo was taken, Domino's head was probably only about 4 or 5 centimetres across. Probably smaller than it appears on your screen.
We first met at 7:30 one Sunday morning when I answered the front door (in a not too happy mood) to be confronted by two local children (who were notorious for mischief) who wanted to know "would like to buy a kitten?"
I said that I wouldn't, but after they had gone I wondered what might eventually become of the kitten, and as I was now wide awake I got dressed, went around to their house. Their mother answered the door (in a not too happy mood, it was after all still not quite 8:00am).
"That kitten that your kids have just been to our house trying to sell," I said "my sister might be interested. How much did you want for it?" This was of course the first she'd heard of a kitten.
To cut a long story short, they GAVE me the kitten. I didn't really want a kitten but it was crying and they didn't know what to do with it. The kids insisted that "a lady we met in the street gave it to us" so returning it to it's mother wasn't an option.
The syringe in the photo (which I had 'in stock' as I use them for mixing epoxy resin for making chess sets) was about the only thing I could find that I could get him to take milk from.
All that was way back in 1988 and Domino spent most of the next 12 years at my Dads house where he enjoyed shredding furniture, taking a dump in the litter tray just after my Dad had cleaned it out, and generally being a complete pain in the bum! Sadly, on 25th November 2000 my dad woke to find that Domino's back legs were no longer working. The vet concluded that he was suffering paralysis in the back half of his body, probably as the result of a heart attack, and that the best thing to do was for Domino to be put to sleep.