Life is frustrating. Packing my shit up to store back at my moms place and couch surf again. Yeeeey!

So I get to where home isn't any longer and my baby cousins/little E's kitty is dropping blood. So I kinda flip out. Then I realize she's having her kittens way too early. Five little lives, didn't get to start. They were almost to the stage of fur growing. She'd gotten out while being kitty-sat and...kittens. it turns out a certain ass kicked her hard in the belly. I have no money, nothing left on care credit to use. I'm worried little E will lose his baby kitty. She's a year and a half, but she will always be his kitten. He tells me all the time his tiny baby kitty is very heavy!