Last Friday I decided to care for a tiny kitten that my sister's room mate had taken in. He was found in a trash can, unwanted, but since students can't keep animals in their dorms I decided to lend a hand. He's a tiny little pale orange hellion, but he's super sweet when he's sleeping. He's so young though that he still needs formula from time to time.
Baby animals take sooooo much care and attention. Every morning now I wake up earlier, play with the kitten, fix his breakfast while making my own, etc. I feel so bad leaving him alone at home while I'm at work, and when I get home he's so rowdy. Ugh, this fills any and all child quotas I may have had for the rest of my life. As soon as he's socialized with the older cat in the house he'll be able to run about and I'll be able to draw some again without the kitten attack my hand every two seconds.