Reminds me of many years ago I was 15 and I found a kitten that was only a couple hours old. The momma cat had been killed, I told my mother I was keeping it and she just kind of smirked because she didn't think it would live and she didn't want anymore cats around. I would warm milk -just store bought cow milk and dip a piece of bread in the milk and hold it to the kitties mouth and it would suckle. Then it would be wet and messy so I'd clean her face and chin and neck! then I'm sure I did the help so it could potty. We had had litters of kittens before so I knew how the momma cat would clean the kitties because their blankets never had potty on them. The kitty lived and everyone was surprised it did except me, cause I just knew it would!