
So somehow in a course of three days I became a surrogate mother to three kittens. I worry if they are warm enough, if they ate, if they are getting enough liquid, I miss them when I'm away. ACCK! Our house is a freaking kitty compound right now.
I have no idea how or why it happened, but they were brought into our house and I became instantaneously attached. Is my biological clock ticking? um yeah. In a bad way. These freaking kittens are the holding the clock in it's place. They are just so freaking cute it's killing me!
However, one of the kittens that we got was a runt and did not make it through the weekend. His name was Tiny. He squealed and cried for the most of the time we had him. I suspect he was sick when we got him, and there wasn't much we could do.
Below is Tiny's brother and sister. The Black cat is Bruce and the Orange one is Sweet Pea. These faces kill me every time I look at them. They are so fun to come home too.
Bruce

SweetPea and Bruce
