I came home Thursday at 5AM drunk. Went to bed and heard this weird noise coming from outside so I shut my window. I went to The Spud (hangover food) the next day to get something to eat. I drove the Rav 4. I heard the same weird noise from the night before at The Spud. It didn’t sound like a bird but that’s the only thing I could think that would make such a noise. Maybe Deer Lake had a few new breeds hanging around this summer?
I got home and told dad and Ryan about the noise and they looked at me like I was retarded.
Later in the day dad went to clean out the Rav and shortly after he began he shouted out to me. I went out to see what he wanted and he was pointing at the Rav. I was confused, but then I heard the noise coming from under the hood. We opened it up and there was a little kitten in this little space about half the size of a shoebox.
The cat was frightened and defensive, as it should be after driving around in the Rav with Ryan all night (I just asked Ryan where he went in the Rav and he said he was driving up the steepest hills he could find testing out the Rav's off-road capabilities... behind Langers/Colemans).
I couldn't get it out so I went over and to my neighbour (who is a babe) to see if she had a can of tuna. She did and with it we managed to get the cat to come out.
Now I'm stuck with this kitten and don't know what to do with it. The SPCA ain't opened until Monday. My neighbour wanted to take it up to Airport Avenue and "set it free" but I don't like that idea. She said she's done that before! But cats are probably my favorite animal so I just can't do that. If it was a dog, I wouldn't care.
I woke up this morning, went to the box and the kitten was still there. I ran to the store to pick up some food but when I got back it was gone. But I can still hear its faint cries when the wind calms down for a moment.
She’ll be back.
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