Traveling with cats
It is amazing what some people with do for their pets or as in today’s case what my mother will do for someone else’s cat. Around 3pm I got a frantic message on my cell asking me to call my mother back ASAP. Here I am thinking she was in a car accident or something. . . . she had found a lady who was at a truck-stop/gas-station and her cat somehow jumped out of her vehicle when she exited the car. You guessed it . . . the cat b-lined under a storage shed and couldn’t be convinced to climb out since almost 11am. I think my mothers exact words were “I am not leaving until this poor girls gets her cat back”.
This was the worse day for helping rescue a cat . . . I had to drive 45 minutes west to get my hair-cut (at 5:30) and now I needed to do a detour east about 20 minutes for the cat. Not knowing how long saving this cat would take, I rescheduled my hair appointment for 8pm (earliest I could get it) and arrived on site about 4:45. The girl was very upset and seeing this huge shed . . . . I didn’t have a clue how I was going get this cat out.
I believe this girl was traveling from New Jersey to Illinois and planned to overnight somewhere in Ohio with her parents. This 6 hour delay was the worse of her worries . . . she hadn’t see the cat under the shed for over an hour (anticipating it ran for the woods). I was given all the details and started wondering around the shed trying to figure out where this cat was hiding.
I found that long gas pole that they use for measuring the amount of gas in their tanks . . . and started wiggling it around (because I knew it was longest thing under this shed)! Moments later the cat appeared in the middle of the shed (finally visible). The lady was ecstatic that her cat was still in the shed (and not lost in the woods)! We wiggled more boards, sticks and that cat slowly worked its way towards the side of the shed. The cat became spooked with the three of us reaching for it and the cat went back towards the center again. No way would we let the cat disappear again and I started moving things pushing the cat close enough for the lady to grab it.
After 6 hours of pleading with the cat to come out, it only took me 15 minutes of moving sticks and boards to get the cat close enough to be grabbed. After placing the cat in the carrier the lady started balling (happiness tears) and I got a few hugs from her. I finally arrived in Jamestown for my hair cut and sat for 1 1/2 playing with my blackberry waiting for next the opportunity to lower my ears.
Of course I had to tell my childhood friend (my hairdresser) the longer version of this story and she seems to think I had met, but then lost my future wife. I am not sure if I agree with Andrea that I lost my future wife (the lady was cute) but I am glad that I was able to help get her cat back.
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