I had just wrapped up my morning shift, and was prepared to take my one 1/2 day off (whooo hoo). I walked into the parking garage, and notice just above me two girls in front of their truck, hood open, the two of them peeking in. My momma raised me right, so I asked them if they needed any assistance. I was figuring a jump. Not a jump.
There was a newborn kitten under their engine block stuck. The two of them saw the kitten several blocks away in the middle of the street. When they stopped, they got out of their car to grab the kitty. Hmm...no kitty... it was just there... looked all around, in the bushes, niente. So, they got back into their car, drove about 10 blocks, parked the car in the garage, and went to have lunch. Upon their return..."meow". They heard the baby. They had been there for an hour before I showed up, desperately trying to get the kitten out.
For the next four hours, we tried coaxing, grabbing, reaching, getting down on our bellies, crawling under the truck, all in an attempt to rescue the cat. In those four hours, at least 100 people walked by.
Only one offered to call for help. Hood open, three girls, and only ONE offered to help. One. Even if it had just been a mechanical problem, no one offered save one.
and then the real jerk. He had heard us mewing, trying to coax the baby out. He said nothing going out, but upon his return, he suggested we just start the engine and fry the cat.
May he have explosive diarrhea for the rest of his life.
So, four calls to animal control who never did get there... and Irene (one of the girls) managed to snag the cat. She literally had to lay on top of the engine block to do so.
They couldn't keep her, and I insisted I would. For this little baby, walking onto one of the busiest streets in our town and not getting killed, hitching a ride in a truck wheel base, just to wait until I showed up. Had to be Karma. That's her name too. And here she is.
