The Cat's in the Cradle...

I awoke to find Grey Kitty in our house, milling about. My first thought was, "Well alright, you can hang out for a bit if you'd like." It wasn't long, however before he started harassing Piggy and trying to use various holding facilities as litter boxes. So I picked his furry little butt up and took him to the door. But upon sliding it open, I noticed that there were two kittens sitting next to it. A black one and an orange tiger kitten. They were smaller than small, and so fuzzy and cute. So I thought my hopes had come true, and the perfect kittens had appeared for me. After all, what's another kitten amongst friends? So I took them into the bedroom, where Brandon was still sleeping, and put their furry little bodies on the bed and they wrestled and cuddled and were all around cute. We were ecstatic. Meanwhile, Brandon had previously made a great mess of the house, and upon exiting our bedroom we found that there were more little kittens! Calicoes and striped ones! They were everywhere, and so small that they were getting lost amongst the stuff. I went to the front door, to step outside and get some air, and in doing so, tripped over a dog brush. A blond woman approached me, saying that she was sorry that she had put the kittens in our house, and she would take them back now and give me a puppy instead. It was only that she'd seen the kittens at the fair in a little glass aquarium and had felt so bad for them! So I told her not to worry and that we would find good homes for them. I went back inside and realized that I would have to kitty-proof piggy's cage, because already Gray Kitty had returned and was pawing at her. But when I looked in the cage, there wasn't just a piggy, but she was green, covered in hay and frantic because in the corner there was a wee mite of a hamster. Looking around in the clutter I found a hamster house (no idea where it came from.) and although I knew that it was too small for him to live in, it would do as a holding facility for the time being. When I went to try and grab him though, he burrowed into popcorn (yeah, I dunno where that came from.) and then came quite a fiasco where I tried to catch him and he tried to slip through the bars on the piggy cage. Finally, I caught him and just as I did, my mother walked through the door. By this point it was evening and the kittens were hungry and using the bathroom everywhere, and the hamster really needed his own living space...so Mom and I went to Petsmart while B posted a Craigslist ad. When we got to Petsmart there were rows and rows of cash registers, but nothing else was there, so we returned home to chaos. Then, I woke up.
Pic lovingly stolen from AnimalKind, Inc.