A colleague of mine was recently on a road trip in Alabama. He was headed to a town north of Atlanta GA and stopped halfway for gas.
“Hey, you got a cat in there?” the guy next to him at the pump asked.
“Huh?” my colleague said.
“There’s definitely a cat…open your hood,” the guy said.
Sure enough there was a kitten lying on top of the battery. It got up and scrambled into the engine somewhere. That’s when eight people tried for 45 minutes to rescue it, but it eluded them.
My colleague had a meeting he had to get to on time, so he closed the hood and kept driving.
Another 100 miles at 75-miles an hour he got to his hotel, and turned off the engine. He could hear the kitten crying. He drove to the local tire store where the guys spent a half hour taking the car apart, and after chasing a frantic kitten around the engine, they finally captured it.
That kitten deserves a medal for its bravery, tenacity and powerful will to live. One of the guys felt the same way. He took it home to his wife.
Calvin says, “Stupid cats. No dog in his right mind would travel like that.”