Bras & Penus

Ever notice how kids always remind you when you screw up?  Not only do they remind you, but then tell everyone you know.  Then when you make comments to try to make it seem not so bad, they correct you once again.

My daughter reminded me of this misfortune that I was trying to forget.  First mistake, being such an animal lover.  We were at the park when a little boy came up to us carrying a box.  He said he found these three kittens in a field covered with ants and the mother was nowhere to be found.  He wanted to keep them, but his dad would'nt let him.  We looked in the box and there laid three kittens meowing and didn't even have their eyes opened.  Well, like I said being the animal lover that I am and after my daughter fell in love with them, I said yes, we would take them. 

Little did I know what I was getting myself into.  We take them home and now I have to figure out how I'm going to feed them.  So off to the pet store I go.  They said I would need to purchase this bottle and some mothers milk made for kittens.  Makes sense.  I'm thinking this won't be so hard after all.  I have a bottle and even cat milk and now I'm feeling proud, not only did I save their life but I am going to help bring them into the world. 

I'm sure they are starving so when I get home I immediately begin to feed them.  They can't see, they have no clue where they are and they are hungry.  Poor things.  So I pick one up, put the bottle to it's mouth and I can tell it is trying to drink it but it knows that's not his mommy.  Hey takes a few gulps then falls asleep.  Mission accomplished, two to go.  Feed the other two, out they go.    This is a piece of cake, and they are so cute and adorable my daughter has fallen in love with them and holds then while she watches t.v.  She named all three of them the same name so she could remember which one was which.  How smart is that!  

Now it's time for another feeding, but they don't eat quiet as well as they did the first time.  In fact, they quit eating the rest of the day.  Then I learned I had to get up every two hours at night to feed them.  Ugh!  But, I do it anyway.  I got up every 2 hours to feed these kittens and they weren't even eating.  So the next day I call the vet and ask what to do.  They said to try a different kind of milk and to keep them on a heating pad so they will stay warm.  OK, I can do that.  Never thought about that, but makes sense they don't have their mommy to keep them warm they probably are cold.   So, I feed them again, they eat good and I put them on the heating pad that's all nice a warm.  I'm sure they think there in heaven now.  
My daughter is anxious to get home from school the next day, so she can cuddle with them again.  And me having a life outside of waking up every two hours to feed kittens, leave them for awhile until their next feeding anyway.  

After I get back home, I prepare their bottle and grab kitty number one.  He's stiff as a board.  I look at the other two kitties, and they are stiff as a board too.  Laying there with thier eyes closed, tongues hanging out they are lifeless.  Then I realized what happened, I fried'em.  Poor little kitties weren't meant to live.