Oh wow what a 24-hrs. Just a rant/rave post, nothing serious (unless someone's interested in adopting a kitten)

So I'm in town yesterday online doing homework *cough* when I realize it's almost dark and I need to go home so I don't have to feed Prince in the dark (again). I get almost out of town when my friend Erica calls, frantic because her cousin just brought her two baby kittens. (Kelly (the cousin) had hit the mother cat, and stopped to get the babies. She said it was either hit another car, the mother, or the babies. she chose the mother.)  And I mean baby; I guesstimated them to be about 3 weeks, my other friend Kat, who just finished hand-raising four other kittens from one week old (see pics), said closer to a week and a half. My family had a bunch of kittens when I was young, but the last time I saw kittens this little was about four years ago, when an adopted stray had babies in our bathroom closet. Nuff said. Erica doesn't have the faintest idea what to do with them, so I told her to hang on and I'd be there. I got to her house and almost fell over; these babies can stand literally in my hand. They're that tiny. And so adorable!! The little tabby female's paw can fit neatly on the tip of my index finger. So I call Kat to see if she's got any of the stuff she used left over. She told me she had taken it all back to the clinic. (She was fostering them for the vet clinic on Fort Gordon) She told me what to get, and Erica and I took a trip to Wal-mart and got the formula and a tiny bottle. We went by Kelly's and somehow I ended up bringing them home with me. My mom freaked at first, but when I held up the little gray boy she melted.

So I got them fed and bedded down for the night. They woke me up at a quarter to six (no big deal) so I went ahead and fed them. I was hoping they would wake me up at night closer to a four-to-six hour interval to feed them, but no such luck. They attacked that little bottle though, so I just made sure they didn't want it anymore before I put them back in their box and left for school.

Or tried to. I go outside, feed Prince, and go to crank up my car. It cranked fine, but when I looked at the dashboard the low oil light was flashing at me. "Oh, lord." I thought "What now?" I checked the oil level via the dipstick. The oil level wasn't even registering on the stick. By then I was getting angry because my sister had been driving it all weekend and those kind of things don't just pop up out of nowhere when you just turn the car on. GRRRRR!! So I go into the garage to see if there's any oil. Luckily there was a quart of 5W-30 sitting on my dad's workbench. I found a funnel and went back to the car, thanking my lucky stars that my father is a mechanic and I know how to do this kind of stuff.

One quart got it on the dipstick but I needed more, so I got to the local convienience store and buy another 2 quarts. Luckily, I just needed one to get it where it was supposed to be because when I got in the car I realized I had bought one quart of 5W-30 (which is the one I put in the car) and one quart of 30 weight. BIG difference. I call dad to tell him about it and ask him if he can use it and he was like "Sure, I'll just put it in the lawn mower or something." Disaster averted.

So now I'm at school, bored and feeling like I'm coming down with a cold or something, waiting for this class to be OVER.

Hope ya'll are having better days.