Some people are grossed out and shocked, others are awed and proud. I am feeding a kitten my breastmilk. We live up in the mountains where a lot of people unfortunately dump unwanted animals (and garbage) and there are a lot of stray cats and kittens. So the other night we were driving home, and we saw this tiny little kitten in the road. We stopped and tried to catch it but it turned into a little spitfire and went flying down the cliff into the center of some blackberry bushes. Hoping its mother would come back for it, we left. We came back the next day and it was still there, crying and crying. I tossed it some food and it didn't eat it or move. It just kept crying. We tried to climb down and get it but the hill was too steep and it was too deep in the blackberry bushes. We went back home and got some rope. When we came back, it was still in the same spot crying. Justin lowered me down on the rope. I got as deep into the bushes as I could but I couldn't reach it. I found a log to perch on while he left to find another way down below the kitten. He left the rope above me in the road, my only way out of there. He found a way to get below the kitten, and scared it up toward me. It took us about twenty minutes to get it. When I grabbed the kitten, I was totally stuck in the bushes with thorns all over me. He went back to the road and threw me the rope, and pulled me and the crying kitten up to the road. It was so starving and thirsty and so tiny. I expressed som milk and gave it to it. When we got home we tried to give it food but it didn't know how to eat. It would only take milk from a medicine dropper. I went to get it some kitten formula, but the lady told me my milk was way better, and he only needs a tiny bit. So I have been expressing milk and teaching him to lap it off a plate, which he has learned to do very quickly, and mixing in softened food that he is starting to eat. Crazy story, but his tummy is full now and he is starting to play, I think he is going to be fine. Now he thinks that I am his mother.