Well, our dryer shit itself yesterday afternoon, so we were on our way to Farmers to buy a new one.
We were following a ute on Henderson Valley Road and I saw what I thought was an earth strap hanging from the underside of the tray; "That earth strap isn't touching the ground, what a waste of time" thought I.
As he rounded the corner (intersection of Pine Ave for those playing at home) a small black and white kitten fell out from under the ute, into the middle of the road, and took off under the fence behind the dairy. We slam on the picks and pull over, and as he pulls into the fish and chip shop a bit further on, another one falls out. This one is all black.
I go after the one which took off under the dairy fence, and send Miss Mully to get the other one and tell this guy.
Having no luck finding number one, I head towards the F&C shop to hear Mr Fucktard telling Miss Mully "They aren't my kittens, and aren't my problem, I only came up to get a feed" and proceeds to drive off. (BTW, this guy stank of booze)
Meanwhile, Kitten 2 has got under an old lady's car and we can't see it. Looking underneath, in the engine bay etc, think maybe it had taken off. Ask the old lady to move her car slowly back and it falls out of the rear wheel arch onto the ground. Scream at Old Lady to stop and she goes forward (because "STOP!!!" means "GO FORWARD"), running over the kittens back legs. It screaches (naturally enough) and climbs up into the front suspension.
We manage to get it out, and it seems OK, but we decide to take it to the after hours emergency vet in Avondale (this was around 4:30pm). So, we dig out our old cat cage from the shed, and Miss Mully gives it a clean while trying to calm the cat. In the meantime, I shoot back to the dairy and ask if I can scrounge around in their (overgrown, messy, full of shit) backyard to see if I can find number one. No luck, so I leave all my numbers, telling them to call me and I will take it to the vet.
While I'm knee deep in junk, trying to find a cat, fucktard turns up. Saying someone must have dumped them in his ute, and he doesn't know how they got there. I used some of my not nice words and suggested, amongst profanities, that he check his ute and around where he parks it in case there are any more. He was suitably embarrased when I used my out loud voice to question his morals, manliness and intellect.
So, with a cash register sound in my head, we take number 2 off to the vet, who thankfully finds it (her) in perfect health and says if we will take her, he will not charge us (consultation there is like $90). Failing that, they will give her to the SPCA, which upset Miss Mully a bit.
Miss Mully has today checked with Henderson Valley Vets (hopeless, BTW. I wouldn't take an animal I hated to those incompetant fools. I suspect they'd gas themselves), the council and the SPCA (who don't keep a register of recovered animals, you have to drive to Mangere to check if they have your cat), as well as TM and pets on the net, and there is no word on an owner so we are presuming she is a stray.
So, looks like we have got ourselves an 8 week old, black kitten. Given her hiding places, I suggested we name her Ohlins. Either that or Kaboodle (Kitten Kaboodle, get it??)
Pics to follow (tonight)
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