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yourdarkdesire -> RE: I Admit It I........ (8/4/2012 10:52:06 PM)
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Hugs hilly
Angel, at least I was only thinking of a claw hammer.......I remember when we use to need a sledge hammer to get it straight again!
I admit we are having severe thunderstorms tonight. It has been a long time since I have seen a lightning display such as this. Several local power outages are coming back online as the storm cell moves off to the east, clearing the way for the storms that were behind it. It could be a long night.
I admit I have a horrific admit to admit to. If you remember, or look back to around July 24th, I detailed our little experience in cat trapping, and admitted that one of the kittens (Shadow), managed to escape the carrier, and got in behind my dashboard. We left windows open and draped a towel across the opening, with the thought that it would indicate when Shadow had exited the vehicle. We saw the towel on the ground, opened up the car and took a good look around, and closed it up, not giving another thought.
So here is the admit. We were wrong. Thursday evening I went to turn off the kitchen lights and for some reason glanced out the door at the car. And stopped dead. There was a grey kitten sitting on the hood of the car. I stepped outside to shoo him away, and realised that the cat wasn't on the car, he was IN the car!!! Yelling for help from my family downstairs, I went racing outside. We got all the doors and the lift gate opened and started searching. Turns out he had been hiding under one of the stow and go seats for NINE FRICKIN DAYS. 30·C weather. No food or water. And yet this little guy came barrelling out of the car and was out of site faster than you can say catnip!
I admit that ones of the reasons we trapped the feral kittens, was to prevent my daughter from coming across a body in the back alley, and yet what could have happened was so much worse.
Buttercup, Smokey and Ash, along with mama, were destroyed last week. The kittens were absolutely wild, terrified of people. It is not the result I wanted for them. I had hoped they were tame enough for find a home, maybe on a farm as mousers. But that not the was it ended up. As for Shadow, that little guy has used up so many of his nine lives already. It is obvious he was meant to survive, and I will not interfere.
I admit, thanks for reading and letting me vent. I have been heart sick over the fate of the little ones, but talking about it at home just upsets my little one too much.
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