What's black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and green and has hundreds of needle sharp things to make you bleed?

Well, where do I begin..... ok, so you know what happened with Cubone a few days ago, right?
Ok, since he passed away, the kids have been so sad and talking about all the animals they've ever loved while we kept telling them that none of them would be alive today if it wasn't for them (and all their parents) as they were all adopted stray animals, left to die. 
And just today Logan was wondering if he'd ever find another dog to love like Cubone, at which point I assured him that Cubone would surely send down another animal for him to take care of, that would otherwise have died.

I guess that's where I went wrong as I DIDN'T MEAN TODAY!!!!

But before we get to that part.....
.....so how many times are you driving to the road when something starts clawing and meows at your feet?
Exactly!  These kinds of things ONLY happen to us for some reason!
What started it all is one of the kids leaving their (apparently tasty) lunch in the car after school on Friday while also leaving the door to the car open. 
So when we were trying to go to the beach on Saturday morning, a black and white neighborhood cat had gotten in the car and by the time Explora realized what was going on, the kids had shut both doors - therefore trapping the animal.
Trying to calmly talk the feline out of the car didn't work and only succeeded in making it go hide under the dashboard - great! 
Half an hour, a broken stick and some impatient children later it was smelly anti-itch spray that convinced the cat to BOLT out of the car, nearly running over one of the twins.
So finally, off we went with the windows down as to disburse the nasty smell the cat left behind. 

Side note: Later that day Lola found the source of the stench and at the top of her lungs proclaimed: "Mom, there's kitty poop in the trunk!" while getting out in the parking lot of the nicest resort on the island.  Apparently the beat up, half chocking jeep wasn't a good enough impression to make

Where were we... ok, so we're driving down the road, listening and singing to some music when the kids start making cat noises, which quite frankly ticks me off since I had just spent all that time jacking with getting the stupid cat out to begin with.  So in no uncertain terms the kids are told to stop while I also explain exactly might happen if there really WAS a second cat, like they were trying to get me to believe... what would happen is we'd undoubtedly have a wreck, as the thing would jump out at my feet and use me as an escape route.  They agree to be silent, all thinking the other kid had done it and we move on.

Just about three minutes later we're driving by the airport and there is an unmistakable meow.  And it wasn't the kids that time, and it came right out of where the foot pedals are.
So I pull over as fast as I humanly can and the screaming children (they thought it was fun, I didn't) and I start evacuating the car, which was right as A SECOND CAT bolts out of the car, runs over my feet and zig zag across the street a few times before disappearing in the bushes.

WOW, now THAT got my attention as I can only imagine what would have happened if the thing came out one minute earlier.  But no harm done and we just talk about how a little bit sad it is that we accidentally separated those two cats, as we see them playing around the neighborhood frequently.  Then we move on and go to the beach to listen to the Jimmy Buffet concert.

Now.... fast forward 24 hours, which brings us to today.
The kids wanted to go for a walk to collect cactus fruit, so we do and Lawya and I hear some tiny noises from a field away.  He said it was cats but to me it sounded like birds, but nobody paid much attention to it either way.
UNTIL after we were back home and all of the above events flashed through my head in the proper sequence......

Crap! 
So I call the boys to come with me to explore the situation.  After getting permission to go into the field of one of our neighbors, we clearly hear the squealing of kittens coming from one approximate direction. 
So we split up and start making our way through the dense bushes.... thorny bushes, growing out of sharp lava rock... littered with cacti.  Of course, I'm wearing a sleepless wrap dress, which practically protects not a single part of your body from the sharp needle bushes, but the rescue mission must go on.
After a few minutes of hearing the little squeals, we finally see them, three little tiny black and white kittens way too far apart to only have been left for a short while, hidden underneath the thorniest of the thorny trees and covered in fire ants.
I'll spare you all of the bloody details (exaggerating a bit but not much), but after some time I had fished out all three cats and we had brushed off most of the ants.

Great!  Now what?
Any of you know what tiny kittens eat?  How old could they be or if they can even eat?



I dunno what we all did before them internets but after a short trip to the store I was back with goat's milk, a kids enema bottle and a medicine dropper. After a lot of trial and (mostly) error, the enema bottle got fried in the microwave and the dropper got converted into a baby-bottle-nipple but three little kittens got their first meal - I'd imagine on 24 hours.  They're pretty bruised up and the kids have been warned about the possibility of any of them dying, but for now, everyone but me is asleep.



I better go set my alarm clock, as they'll need another bottle at 2am!