.. is this a sign of some sort?
Today Heather and I were running around town doing some erranding after our morning workout when we ended up in the Cherry Hill district of town.
We saw a little bit of a commotion and realized that there was a little kitten running down the street.
We pulled over and jumped out to see what was going on. Essentially this kitten was roaming around by himself, looking a little worse for wear, and no one was able to catch him.
A girl who was particularly concerned and myself tried to catch the little one for at least twenty minutes. It involved him running under a gate into a fenced off parking lot with "no trespassing" signs and the girl hopping the fence to try and get him. No luck.
Suddenly he ran back under the gate across the sidewalk and under a car. I thought "Yes! We'll get him now!" we immediately looked under the car and he was gone - vanished! And then we heard purring.
The kitten had climbed up into the body of the car.
Now I COULDN'T leave. I mean, I had no idea where the cat was in the car and what would happen if the owner came and started the car with the kitten in there.
Heather and the girl went into all the surrounding restaurants and businesses trying to find the owner of the car with no luck.
We went to a local deli and purchased some stinky tuna to try and lure kitten out. No luck.
Finally (at least an hour after all this began!) the owner came back. She popped her hood and there sat our little friend among the engine parts.
Heather grabbed him and we wrapped him up in my coat and headed to Brooknelle (rehab facility of Carol's Ferals) to clean him up.
Although very skinny, goopy eyed, with matted fur and flea dirt - the kitten appeared relatively healthy and social. She purred as Heather held her.
Yup, I got a chance to find out that the kitten was a "she" at this point. At least I'm 99% sure she is a she. I don't have a 100% track record on this (poor Napoleon - he was a girl for the first five weeks or so of his life!).
I brought her home and bathed her and fed her and she's contentedly living in my craft room for the weekend.
On Sunday she'll head back to Brooknelle to be checked in at intake and will head to the vet for an exam, and if she's healthy and heavy enough, to be spayed.
Assuming she's healthy - she's be put up for adoption.
I figure the worst case scenario is that - if she DOES have disease for which she would have to be euthanized - at least she would pass away peacefully, after being loved on, rather than in the engine of a car. Know what I'm saying?
So there you have it - another crazy kitten story. Why does this keep happening to me?
Keep your fingers crossed for our girl "Buick" (named after the car she was rescued from... obviously!) and I'll be posting updates here as well!