Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Search & Rescue
Let me tell you what happened after we picked her up and were on our way home. We had gone less than 2 miles when this little imp wiggled her way from my son's cuddle and under his seat he went. She made it to the back of the car and reversed the direction coming up under my seat. Before we could do anything she found her way beneath my brake, meowing all the while. I somehow managed to pull over. And then there was nothing. No kitten. No purring. No kitten!!
We parked the car and tore it apart, looking every where imaginable. She wasn't in the car, or the trunk, or the engine. She was no where to be found. Justin's brand new baby cat had barely made it out of it's former driveway and she'd vanished. Maybe there was a whole in the bottom of the car and she dropped out. We walked back about 1/2 a mile scanning large roadside ditches. Nothing. When we returned, still not a peep. We feared the worse, that the kitten somehow got caught between the dash and the engine and we had lost her. For good.
We were devastated! How could such a freak accident possibly happen? We were all happy about picking up Justin's birthday present and then within minutes it was a tragedy. We both felt absolutely sick inside. About a half an hour had passed and we didn't know what to do. Then a nice old farmer pulled up in front of the car, having seen the hood up. He asked what kind of trouble we were having. I explained our situation with much embarrassment and regret. He assured us there were no holes in the bottom of the car. He said that we should just drive home and put a bowl of milk out and the kitten would come out from hiding. We weren't so sure. We drove very carefully home. I felt like I was driving a hearse. We stopped to pick up the pizza we had ordered on the way home, but neither of us felt like eating. There was only one thing that could destroy my appetite for Buffalo Chicken pizza and that was it. The poor little dear couldn't possibly have survived that drive. We were certain that was the end. And the cat didn't even have a name.
When we got home my husband and other son were there and they both came rushing out. The
search and rescue mission resumed. Brandon climbed under the dash and low and behold a paw appeared. And then he heard the kitten pur. Our heart's lept!
It took about an hour and a half longer with much untangling, parts removal, coaxing and patience from all four of us before the traumatized feline would come down. Justin was faithful to the end and finally won her heart, by talking to her and giving her drips of milk from his fingertip. They actually bonded over the experience and little miss kitty has a new name. At first she was going to be called Dasha (from dashboard), but alas she is Claudia, after a character from a book.
UPDATE: After spending a few days with her, the kitty is officially "Dasha"!