Like the new picture of me? Much better than the books. That tan ball of fur in my hands is not a hamster but a not-quite-two-week-old kitten. My mom's friend's husband noticed the cats at work and saw the mother leave with one kitten but unfortunately, she didn't come back for the other. Maybe she was spooked, but the kitten couldn't survive on his own and he took him home.
That would be Blinky. We just got her from the pound a month before (funny aside: we thought she was a boy until the vet lifted up her tail and went nope). She was about four months old, mostly a kitten herself but the maternal instincts were still there. She even tried to pick him up and carry him away! When she stopped having to clean him up, they remained best friends, like littermates.
Tell me that's not the cutest thing you've ever seen. And eventually, that little kitten turned into this: