You have got to be kidding me. . .

. . . fool me once shame on you, fool me twice. . . ok I am just stupid!

Sooooooooo its Monday.  I hate Mondays.  I woke up late, couldn't find my lunch and just felt like ca ca.  Can't get any worse right...?  Before I left I knocked on the hood of my car (checking for kittens because of yesterday).  Just to be sure I popped the hood and looked around with a flash light.  I don't see or hear anything.  So I head for work.  About 2.5 blocks away from my house I hear it. . . the undeniable sound of a terrified kitten, *crap crap crap*!  I called my husband in a panic and he said he'd meet me outside.  Sure enough we see a black and white fluff in the same spot as yesterday.  Really momma cat. . . really. . .you put them BACK!?  So we waited a few minutes while the car cooled down and I reached in and plucked him/her out just like yesterday.   I put it on the ground and momma and older sibling started consoling it.  Hubby searched all in there with a flash light and saw nothing else.  We made noise, shook the car, nothing responded.  Ok so maybe there is only one this time.  I texted my boss and said I would be late and why. . .she laughed, ALOT.

I tried to leave again.  Notice I said "I Tried".  I got about 10 feet from my driveway and heard the squealing yet again.  Son of a B#$%H, she hid them good this time.  I pull back in the driveway and we start searching.  We can barely see the other two nestled just under my headlight in the bumper area. . . completely out of reach.  SERIOUSLY!?  So we try and try but neither of us can quite get our arms far enough in to reach them.  Well I cannot very well drive to work on the interstate with kittens in my car. . . *sigh*.  So we finally decide we will have to remove part of the road guard to get to them.  So we did and 45 minutes later we pluck two pissed off kittens from my car's undercarriage. 

I put them on the ground while we re-assembled the guard plate thing.  Momma was making all kinds of weird noises and the kittens were crying.  Their eyes had opened recently so they were looking around and I think they were hungry.  So she fed them, still fussing at us, while we worked.  I called the no kill shelter by my house and told them how old they were.  The lady said they could take them and they would be fine.  So I scooped up 3 milk drunk babies (momma ran of complaining) and held them close until the shelter opened (another 30 mins).  They nuzzled in my shirt and passed out. 

The shelter happily took them and I headed to work. . .

UPDATE:  I am going to hell!  For the past 3 days momma has sat outside my side door and made the most awful noises. . . I think she's looking for her babies.  I feel horrible but I had to take action :(