So... we randomly adopted a kitten last night at 10:00pm.
He had visited the Kennedy's house for the second night in a row, yowling under Lauren's window and threatening to wake her up (and we all know that Lauren should not be disturbed when sleeping!), begging to be fed and loved. But they have two large dogs who might happily eat a tiny kitten (since they shattered a window trying to get to him...) and Christina is allergic to cats. So Al captured him with cheese, Christina sent us a photo with a little winking and smiling emoticon, and we said to bring him on over to our house. Because we're suckers.
Jay gave him a flea bath and we fed him, and he cried the whole time, even while eating. He was completely pitiful. Buster was a little too interested (but not aggressive - not our Buster, the calmest dog in the world). Jude was very much unimpressed, and we felt pretty bad about that. And Maxine got the boot for the night so the kitten could stay in the sunroom. We wondered if we'd made a mistake...

He slept quietly through the night though and woke up just a little stressed, but by the time Jay and the kids left for school he was happily riding around on Jay's shoulders and letting Cora haul him around by his armpits. We got him checked out by our vet (a mere 2 lbs! and estimated to be 7-weeks-old) and vaccinated, and now that we've named him, he's officially part of the family. Cora has since learned how to carry him like a baby (she even swaddles him, and he tolerates it to the point that we think he kinda likes it), he trusts James enough to walk straight to him and climb his legs to be held, and Jay is smitten with the tiny kitten that loves to play and wrestle and act ridiculous. Jude and Mouton were 9 months old when we got them, so I haven't had a tiny kitten around since I was a young kid myself, and I've been highly amused watching the interactions of everyone in the house with him, and I've obviously enjoyed snuggling the little guy. He kisses me when I tuck him in on my chest.

So there you have it. We considered naming him Kennedy since they rescued him for us, but opted to give him a "local" name, like we did for Jude and Mouton when we lived in Lafayette and named them after streets. We figured that since we spend so much time at the military park, he's gray and white like smoke, and insanely loud for such a tiny thing, Cannon is a fitting name. And he shoots around the house like a cannonball shot out of a cannon too, so there's that. The kids approved and so we went with it.
P.S. He no longer cries while he eats.
Poor baby was stressed and starving that first night.