Houston, we have a problem -- we have a cat.
There was a street cat, a lonely kitten, walking around randomly outside causing my four-legged friends to go absolutely out-of-their-mind crazy. Last time my pups went crazy like that I ended up with a kitten dying in my hands -- last week's sad situation. I don't ever want that to be repeated so I went out to simply fetch the kitten and then walk down the street so that I could let it free, away from our club. Easier said than done.
No sooner did I go outside to fetch this super tiny kitten but it ran under a car right as the car was cruising by our parking lot. "STOP" I yelled as jumped in front of the car. "Great Amy," I thought to myself, "way to almost kill yourself". And if me jumping in front of a moving vehicle wasn't enough, given the fact that it had rained this morning and I didn't want to get my clothes wet by bending over to look under the car, I got down in a push-up position and basically did a couple of alligator push-ups in attempt to swat the kitten away from under the car. The sight of what looked like me doing push-ups in the middle of the street in front of several cars was enough to draw a crowd and soon others stood around to watch as I scrambled to stop other cars and repeat the above actions. Three other people joined me in trying to catch this kitten, a task that turned out to be a lot harder and a lot longer than surely anticipated. It took us a good solid 20 minutes for four of us to catch what appeared to be a few weeks old kitten. And when we caught it and had it hissing and crying in a box, they then handed me the box, like I really knew what to do with it. Now I had to take the kitten, I couldn't simply walk down the street and release like planned, so I brought it into Hulk's.
The next plan was to keep it for a few hours while it calmed down and I figured out what the heck to do with it. But it never really did calm down like expected, it just seemed to get angrier and angrier. It escaped out of its box in my bedroom so I persuaded random Hulkies to help catch me it. It was one mad cat, woozers. A few hours longer than expected, it suddenly went from mad cat to too-tired-to-be mad cat. I was now able to pick it up but I still proceeded with caution.
By the time it was time to close the club, little miss too-tired-to-be mad cat had evolved into a clinging cat, climbing all over my back and shoulders. Snickers and I both decided we'd take the kitten to the vet in the morning but it'd stay in our bedroom with us for the night. This meant my four-legged friends had to stay in their puppy corridors and this meant I fully anticipated not getting any sleep due to this super loud, always crying kitten.
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