Tuesday afternoon, I kept hearing that horrible "kitten in distress" crying, but couldn't see anything through the fences. That evening, I just couldn't stand it any more, and went looking. She was two houses down from us. The people there said that she had just shown up in their yard that afternoon, and they didn't know where she came from. I've not heard any more kittens since she came home, so there's no telling where the rest of the litter is.
She hasn't been introduced to anyone yet, because she needs to be tested for FeLV/FIV first. They've seen each other from a distance, though. Bigfoot would like for us to take her back from whence she came. See-See is of the opinion that if she ignores it, it will hopefully go away. T-Max is a little too interested in her. The dogs are both wondering what the heck that squeaky thing is.
Poor thing was caked with flea dirt, so she got a bath before she got fed. She's had two more baths since then, and has has dozens of fleas combed out of her fur, since she's too small for any of the flea medications I have. I'm still picking the odd one off here and there. The other cats and both dogs are going to get their flea treatments this weekend.