I feel so bad.
But it’s not my fault!
The other day I decided to drive the Blazer to work. You know to kinda justify the insurance and registration, plus it’s only like 5 blocks from the house. What could go wrong?
Well the Blazer made it to work, and even ran a few errands around town without incident! (Yes, it was a proud moment). But there’s still a lot that needs done on that thing so I popped the hood and after about twenty minutes I noticed an ANIMAL stuck in the passenger fender between the battery. “Oh no. How long has it been there… please don’t be dead.” I poke it and it’s warm to the touch and squirms a bit. “It’s alive!”. It seems to be a cat. I try to figure out how the heck it got in there, but I can’t for the life of me. So I have to take the battery out, and can tell it’s starting to get scared. So with the battery removed I try to pull the cat out, while keeping it in a position that will keep my forearm intact should it FLIP OUT! I can’t get it out, so I decide to go inside and get some food and see if I can lure it out. By the time I’m walking out the door with food in hand, I see a white cat hauling ass down the driveway and down the alley out of sight. I knew there was no way I was catching it so I let it go.
That’s not why I feel bad.
Yesterday as I was leaving work I noticed the older lady next door. She was standing in her back yard calling “Kitty! Heeere kitty kitty!”
But it’s not my fault! Really!