I am a sad girl this evening. My cat Moki had kittens four days ago, two orange and white striped, and two gray and white striped. They seemed to all be doing well, until earlier today I noticed that one of the orange babies was quite a bit smaller than the others. So I'd go in every half and hour or so and try to get it to feed, but it would just snuggle into Moki. Last time I checked on him he was laying by himself, lifeless. And I don't know why a kitten that I've had barely interaction with dying is making me so sad, but I can't stop crying about it. I'm sure it has to do with another realization of the mortality of all things, but JEEZ! Apparently 20-40% of kittens don't make it to twelve weeks of age, and death before then is generally attributed to something called Fading Kitten Syndrome. And that name just makes it even more sad. 
On a lighter note, I was just invited to attend my first dinner party! I'm 25, and it's always kinda bummed me out that I've NEVER been to one. Maybe it's because of the way I imagine it, and I imagine it to be feckin awesome! I'm supposed to bring wine or beer, unfortunately I'm more of a whiskey girl, and so don't really know what's good in those categories...any suggestions?
On a lighter note, I was just invited to attend my first dinner party! I'm 25, and it's always kinda bummed me out that I've NEVER been to one. Maybe it's because of the way I imagine it, and I imagine it to be feckin awesome! I'm supposed to bring wine or beer, unfortunately I'm more of a whiskey girl, and so don't really know what's good in those categories...any suggestions?