My cat, Wispy, found a live tabby kitten by the side of the highway.
She has fleas, she's emaciated, and her eyes look pretty bad. Her second-eyelids (the actual name of it slips me right now) are stuck halfway across her eyes. But the good news is she is able to eat food and can drink water out of a bowl. The last litter of kittens I found had to be bottle fed. It was not fun.
I'm not sure whether to be happy, worried, or stressed that I have an English essay due tomorrow. And it's halfway complete.

Oh btw. Hi.
I apologize for not posting any art. School has been tough lately. I hate Trig with a passion and AP bio is proving to be not as easy as I expected.

But yeah. Now I have a kitten. I'm shocked that I was allowed to bring it in the house. The last time I found a litter of kittens, my mom said she didn't want to see them. Luckily a friend took them in and they're happy and getting homes. I just hope this new kitten will be all right, she's a really pretty golden-grey tabby.

But yeah, need to finish that essay.