So the other day I decided to take my family to a movie and out to dinner. On the way to dinner, we see a kitten in the road. My wife and son make comments about how small it looks. Knowing in my heart there is no way this kitten will survive playing Frogger in traffic; I pull over, despite my wanting to go to dinner.
So this is where the adventure begins. Another car pulls over when they see the kitten. The gentleman offers to help as his girlfriend makes cooing noises at the kitten. As I approach the kitten, it decides to transform from cute little kitten to cheetah.
I look up to the gentleman for help and he drives away. Thanks for the support! As I say a few profanities and chase this black kitten through a field at night several things occur to me. One, I am too old for this. Two, I am way out of shape. Three, as I am catching up to the little kitten, my belt isn’t cinched up enough. As the kitten stops to make a stand, it swings around and faces me; bearing its teeth and reminding me of the little kittens from the Disney movie “The Aristocats.”
As I pull up my pants; I stare back at my supportive family sitting comfortably in the air conditioned car as sweat rolls down my back. I get down on my hands and knees and talk to the kitten. Seeing the bright yellow eyes and the bright white teeth, I am thinking this is more like a little panther instead of a cute little kitten.
The kitten bolts away again. This time, the kitten is able to find shelter in a dead bush with lots of sharp thorns. Of course thorns, oh spider webs, and what else am I blindly putting my hand into? (Real Smart) Wait! A police car! Perhaps he will help me. Nope – just drives by not paying any attention to me in the middle of a field and my car parked with the hazard lights on.
My son gets out of the car to help me. A little too late, I may add, as the kitten bolts to a new hiding place. As it darts into the tumbleweed I manage to snag it. By snag it I mean the little (CENSORED) turned around and bit the (CENSORED) out of me. As I return to my vehicle a hero for saving the poor defenseless kitten, I can feel the blood dripping off my body from the thorns and the cat bite.
My wife suggests we wrap the kitten in a blanket for the ride. I suggest I put the damn kitten down in the back and it will be fine while I mop up the blood pouring down my arms. I don’t listen to my wife. (Mistake 1,094,025 of the evening.)
I explain to my son that kitten is scared so leave it be. I dial a friend who runs an animal rescue. (It is never a good idea to bring a stray into your house, especially if you have any other pets.) So we drive off to Second Chance Animal Rescue.
You might think this is where the story ends. You’re wrong! As I stated earlier, my wife suggested we do something and I didn’t listen. We get to the Animal Rescue without a problem. Ashley (my friend) comes out with a cage to put the feisty little kitten into. All I have to do is catch it again. No big deal. But where is the little (Censored!)
As you may have guessed the little kitten crawled into my dash and decided to play hide and seek above my steering column. Amazing enough after an hour of cussing, the kitten and I came to an agreement. I put gloves on and grabbed the little bugger and he decided to teach me that gloves don’t stop kitten teeth. Long story short, the kitten is brought out unharmed and very pissed off. I put it in the cage and it goes from upset kitten to really upset Tasmanian devil, whirling around with fur, fangs and claws. Not my problem anymore. On the way to find what restaurants still might be open, my wife and son talk about adopting that vampire of a kitten.
All complaining aside, I felt good about what I did. I spoke with Ashley from Second Chance Animal Rescue a few days later to see how the little vampire was doing. She explained to me that the kitten had to be put down. Honestly, I didn’t believe it, how was I going to tell my family. She went on to explain the kitten had Feline Leukemia Virus and would have died a horrible and painful death had I not brought it in.
Knowing all this I would do it again, probably wearing thicker gloves. After some research I found out that Feline Leukemia Virus is the most common infectious disease among cats. Had I brought the kitten home, I may have sentenced my cats to the same fate.
It is important if you do a good deed you follow through. I feel horrible about the kitten being put down. I think I would feel worse if I knew it was in the wild suffering and making other cats sick. You don’t have to catch the animals yourself. Call animal control, call a shelter, call a friend but let’s get these sick and stray animals off the streets.
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