I helped save a cat. Seriously. Here’s the story.
I had just finished cleaning up paint supplies and was on the computer (like normal) and the doorbell rang several times. I went to the door and a girl told me her cat was stuck in the sewer in front of our house and he was frozen to the grates. They needed warm water, so I hooked them up.
I went down the hill to see if I could help more and started digging in. The guy, Jason, was too big and his arms weren’t fitting down into the sewer. So I gave it the old college try. Lucky for me, I have skinny arms. It’s about the only skinny part of me.
Biscuit (the cat) was meowing and they had mentioned how fat he was. I thought they were exaggerating. Poor Biscuit. I finally got his head, and then grabbed his front legs. Jason leaned down and was able to grab one of his front legs from me and I positioned my arm to let Biscuit use it as a platform. We had to twist him in all sorts of ways to squeeze him out of the sewer.
He still had ice on his back legs and tail, but he’s back in the arms of his owners. And they’re taking him to the pet ER.
My arms are a little beaten up and I called Kenny to ask him if we could get a cat. He has another snow day tomorrow and is going to go to the animal shelter and check out the cat inventory.
I feel good knowing that the little kitty isn’t hanging out in the sewer anymore.
Still. Poor Biscuit. 🙁