A couple of months ago Bruce and I found four kittens under the back porch. This is what started my quest to sterilize the feral cats. (I have not yet completed this task, as evidenced by today's events.)
Today as I walked to the corner mailbox, I heard squeaking. In the driveway I was passing, three kittens lay squealing and squirming. Actually, two were squirming, the other (which was under the car) wasn't making too much noise. They couldn't be more than a couple days old, if that. Figuring their mom had abandoned them when the driver of this car pulled up, I picked them up and tried to warm them. I called the humane society (and left a message) and then an animal hospital. The guy at the animal hospital gave me instructions on how to feed them, but said that I could try putting them in a box near where I found them and watching for an hour to see if their mom comes back to get them. So that's what I'm doing now. If not, I guess it's off to Petco. (It's where the pets go.)
Update: Animal control called around and found a veterinary hospital that was willing to take them.