So I get an interesting call about 45 minutes before Nicholas and I are supposed to head off to the rink in Wake Forest for him to referee two Ironclad games and me to spin some tunes and run the scoreboard and keep the statistics.
Apparently there were unexpected noises of the feline variety emanating from underneath Meghann’s bonnet.
Two of the neighbourhood kittens had apparently hitched a ride from near Cross Creek Mall and all the way to Meghann’s quilt shoppe before she finally stopped at Wal-Mart on Ramsey Street to investigate.
Lo and behold, one kitten decided that the harrowing journey from within the engine bay was enough and was kind enough to vacate those premises immediately.
The other kitten…not so much!
And that’s why I’m getting this phone call asking how one goes about extricating a kitten from the engine bay that’s actually reluctant to leave.
Of all the possible conversations I could have envisioned that night, this one wasn’t in the top billion!
After determining that Meghann would prefer that the other kitten be removed from the bay alive (I had to ask as that kitten seemed to have suicidal tendencies!) and not having anything she could use to poke at the kitten so it’d take the hint, we were saved by my brother arriving with his handy toolkit.
Some turns of the ratchet and moving the plastic protective shield, kitty #2 was safely out of the engine bay and well on their way to trying to claim Mom as their own. 🙂
Mom and Meghann made it to Mom’s sewing class 90 minutes late (but with two lively and plausible excuses!). Not only was there no sewing for Mom but also no takers for the stowaway kitties!
So now we starting thinking of a boy and girl’s name for these kittens because they’re putting the full-court press on to be adopted from the condo’s car park with some of the alternatives being offered being:
- Uber and Lyft (Ben)
- Traveler and Rider (Ben)
- Toyota and Corolla (Ben)
- Arthur and Trillian (Me)
- Zaphod and Trillian (Me)
- Scylla and Charybdis (Me)
- Circe and Calypso (Ben)
I was riffing on the kittens having hitched a ride on a Vogon ship and that’s when we determined conclusively that Meghann had never read the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” which he found poetic and that I didn’t actually mind it, actually.
Yes, he and are are very dangerous when it comes to the nerdly arts which explains the pivot to the Odyssey… 😉
Fortunately for the kittens, they didn’t have to worry about the names we were proposing (and Meghann actually threatening us that if we named the kittens, we’d have the kittens at our house!).
The momma cat did reclaim both of her kittens and apparently was quite the pissed puss when doing so which makes those kittens wanting to adopt Mom even more plausible! And it was certainly understandable why the momma cat might have been more than a little put out at her kittens having an adventure if she was still feeding them…12 hours of no relief and you’d be a pissed puss too!
So even though the theory was advanced that the recently departed Mischief was trying to send two replacements from the other side of the Rainbow Bridge (figuring two would be necessary to replace her level of, well…mischief!), for now the condo’s feline population is still outdoors rather than living the life of luxury inside. 🙂
