February 8th 2012 2:46 am
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Can you believe this?!
Mom finally helps me write a diary
entry and...
I GET DIARY OF THE DAY!
Wow!
I'm thinkin' mom should help all of
us write more often.
Easier said than done.
February 7th 2012 6:54 pm
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My mom's been meaning to come here to write about what happened Tuesday morning, January 24th. She takes forever to help us with our diaries! Anyway...
She was on the freeway, taking the pup, Wishbone, to the dogter for her wellness exam. When out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black spot on the side of the VERY BUSY road. She took a quick look and noticed it was...a kitty.
A KITTY ON THE FREEWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH! MY! CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She let out a scream because she was so freaked out on seeing an animal at such a horrible place! One thing she did notice with that quick look was that it was alive and in (what mom calls it) the 'chicken on eggs' position as close to the wall as possible. Right away my mom felt sick to her stomach. All the way to the dogter, all she could think of was that poor kitty.
She dropped Wishbone off, and on the way back mom was planning what to do. These were her thoughts:
*Okay...I'm going back home to get the crate and
a blanket...Oh God, please let it still be there
and not run over. Please God. Oh yes! It's still
there (seeing the 'spot' on the opposite side of the
freeway) Thank you, Lord. I can't wait to get home
to get the stuff...Good...I'm home. Ooooo my stomach
hurts! Okay...get the crate...the blanket...Okay.
Let's go. Oh God, I hope it's okay. Oh God, I'm
scared to stop on the freeway. Please, Lord, help
me save that kitty. Get on the freeway...okay...
where exactly was it? Oh, there it is in the same
place. Good. Oh Lord. What if it takes off into
traffic when I get near it! Please Lord, help me save
save it. Please. Pull over and stop. Oh my gosh! The
traffic and the speed is horrible! Get out on the
passenger side...get the blanket. Lord, help me.*
My mom was terrified. Terrified because of the traffic and because she was so scared that the kitty would run and get killed right in front of her. She would probably pass out right there if she witnessed that. Every time she would get near it, it would open it's eyes so wide in fear. Mom would back up and give it time to calm down a bit...and the traffic was so awful.
The poor kitty looked so miserable because it had rained and it had snowed a tiny bit and kitty was soaking wet. Finally, my mom got super brave, and got down low and slowly got nearer to kitty, talking softly and kitty started to meow. All the while, it never, ever moved from it's 'chicken' position. Slowly, mom got right next to it and put the blanket over it and picked kitty up. Man, was she relieved! And when she put the blanketed kitty in the crate, it just fell over on it's side with such a look of relief too! You could practically see and hear it sigh. Mom felt so bad for it because who knows how long it had been there in the rain, frozen with fear. It took mom about 45 minutes to to get enough nerve to get the poor wet kitty. She got home and now she was wondering what to do with kitty 'cause Cooper hates any cat that's not 'his own'. He's used to us already but will try to hurt any other cat. So she started calling rescue groups. No one could take it in 'cause they were full. Bummer! Then mom's friend called and mom told her what happened. The friend said to go take it to check if it's chipped, if not, then she'll take it in. Oh...another relief! Of course, it's not chipped (mom kinda figured it wouldn't be). So off she goes (with kitty still in crate in the truck) to the store to buy a big bag of kittyfood and kitty litter to take to her friend's house. Thank God for her friend who loves animals and will help any one she sees out in the wide world.
As of right now, Tebow (mom named it that!) is there and doing well and enjoying living in a house. Mom still doesn't know if it's a he or a she and for that, she apologizes.
Another part of this story that mom finds funny is when she came back to get the crate and blanket, she told human sis not to tell dad (if he called from work) what she was doing because he'd think she was a bit crazy being on the freeway doing what she was doing. She'd tell him later after the deed was done. That was for naught because when she had just rescued the kitty and was preparing to leave, her cell phone rang and it was dad asking, 'What are you doing?!' Mom told him she didn't know what he meant. He told mom he saw a woman on the side of the freeway bending down getting something and thought *What is that woman doing!?* Then he looks up a bit and sees a truck that looks like his...*Wait a minute...that is my truck! What in the heck is Esther doing now? Probably rescuing a pigeon or something!* He knows she's crazy like that! At that moment, he was coming back from Durango delivering trailers (he's a truck driver or shuttle driver) and happened to see 'the woman'. She told him it was a kitty, not a bird, she was rescuing. She could visualize him shaking his head!
Mom sure hopes and prays she never has to rescue anything from the scary freeway again, but if she has to, you can bet she'll try.
Freeway kitty in our kitty's crate after a LONG nap and after cleaning itself up
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Freeway kitty in friend's crate wondering what's up
Kitty relaxing a bit
Tebow looking at the nom noms
March 31st 2011 12:12 pm
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A cute little kitteh that goes by the name of Harley has tagged me.
I'm pretty much a low-key type of guy, so this might be kinda boring.
Here goes:
1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?
Uh, no, not really. Unless I get the urka-
gurkas. That really wakes mom up quick!
2. Do you ever tear up things?
That would be a no.
3. What is your favorite treat?
You know, I've never been one for treats. Maybe
a little piece of chicken or a bit of tuna.
4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?
That would be another no.
5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live now?
Nope. I was actually born in the back porch. My catmom
was a stray. My mom was concerned about her 'cause
catmom was obviously pregnant. My mom inticed her to
come in the porch where she would be safe. And the
rest is history...my history, anyway.
That's it kits. Thanks for tagging me, Harley.
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