I was the one to nickname him Ash, which made me feel so good, despite the fact that we weren't planning on keeping him. I'm 19 years old and I've never, not once got the chance to name any living thing in real life, not even Pumpkin. My sister usually makes all the names for anything we get. Fun fact: If I beat everyone to it, Pumpkin's name probably would've been Teddy.
So my niece and nephew found this lost and sick kitten outside while playing. Thinking it was abandoned, my sister and I took care of him for about half a week. It was until then that we found out that a neighbor and her kids were looking for him. Before that, my sister bought him supplies and was going to take him to the vet too. And then we were going to give it away to a family friend. Since my sister already had her hands full, and I didn't trust the kids around him since naturally, they kinda see him more as a toy than a living thing, I spent the most time with Ash. My sister used to live further down the street, but it's a really good thing she moved in right next door. It would've been tedious making trips. I've got my own baby back home that needs attention too, as you all know.
Anyway, Ash is back with his first family, and we're hoping to check in to see if he's still ok.
...At one point he was playing with his own feet, my fingers, and the toy we bought him. I wish I had my camera out then. He may have been a little sick, but he didn't seem to care one bit.