I haven’t fell off the face of the earth or anything. I have just been handed even more things to do. Someone thought I wouldn’t object if they dumped out 3 of the tiniest kittens at my house. Their eyes are barely open and they were outside without their mother for at least 24 hours before I found them.

I heard them during a thunderstorm and went out in it looking for them. I couldn’t find them because they got quiet so I thought I was just going crazy(er). The next day I heard them again. Went outside, looked under my back porch squealed OH MY GOD KITTIES!!! cause I’m a dork like that and they crawled to me. I’ve never seen kittens as friendly as they are. At least not at first sight.

Anyone ever bottle raised a kitty? Glamorous right? And here I thought my days of bottles, mixing formula, and wiping butts was over. Between class, homework, P, and the kitties I now have less time for those luxurious 4 hours of sleep I usually get at night.

Gotta head to class.