Rooster and I discovered a stubborn feline who prevented us from leaving our home. The cat decided to make its home under the hood of the Sunshine mobile and refused to leave. #cat chevy Spark #stubborn feline #great big problem #tornado warning
The Great Cat Escape
Rooster and I should have realized the animal cracker we found tucked underneath our windshield wiper was a sign. It was a mystery how the small cat-shaped cookie got lodged under the thick rubbery blade. An uninvited guest can spoil a good adventure quicker than a lightning bolt travels from the sky to the ground. Our unwanted intruder came with fur and a loud voice.
What is that noise all about?
Rooster and I climbed in the Sunshine Mobile to get on with our day. There were several things we needed to do before the family barbecue at our daughter’s house. We drove two feet before we heard a persistent mewing coming from the inside of the car. It was so loud we could hear it above the motor.
Rooster climbed out and opened the hood. Sitting on top of the engine was a black kitten with white paws. My husband reached for the tiny animal and it jumped into the bowels of the vehicle. We spent an hour trying to help the kitten make its escape. The more we tried to help the stubborn animal, the deeper it moved into the inner workings of the automobile. The more we attempted to free it, the louder its protests became. Thus began the adventure of the great cat escape.
How do you remove a cat from your motor?
Rooster had a brilliant idea. “Go down to the house and find a can of something it can eat. This cat has to be hungry,” he said. The only item I could find which had any resemblance to cat food was a can of bite-sized sausage at the back of my kitchen cabinet. Cats are carnivores. Food could solve the dilemma of the great cat escape.
I figured the sausages would work. I carried the can of tiny weiners to the car, popped the lid, and we stood back to wait for the kitten to make an appearance. We waited, we waited, and we waited for what seemed to be a long period. The animal mewed and hissed from the belly of the car so long
I suspected it might be stuck. Rooster, on the other hand, thought the animal was afraid to come out with us standing there. He suggested we go get something to eat while the cat made up its mind about escaping.
Food might work since hunger is a good motivator
Hunger was a good motivator for us as well as the trapped kitten. All we needed to do was give the trapped animal time to work out its own problems before we started the process of removing car parts. We left the hood open to give the animal ample avenues of escape, pulled our Indian motorcycle out of the garage, and went to breakfast.
We expected to find a catless car when we returned, instead, we were greeted by a constant stream of mewing from inside the motor. Our unwanted visitor had moved from the place she was occupying under the battery to a spot deep inside the workings of the car.
The kitten was obviously not happy, and neither were we. After several more attempts to retrieve our intruder, Rooster got on the phone with the guy who was doing some minor repairs to my car. He asked the man if my car was ready yet. Rooster explained there was a cat in our motor. It was going to rain any minute. Still, we need to solve the issue of the great cat escape.
DJ to the rescue
We needed my car to get around town. Our mechanic friend got curious. He said he’d come over and see what he could do about the kitten in the motor. Rooster thought he should warn the guy curiosity killed the cat but decided to keep his mouth shut because we really needed to get the animal out of our car.
We didn’t have long to wait before DJ pulled into the parking lot. He seemed excited to be part of the great cat escape. The mechanic got down on his knees with a flashlight and started a meticulous search for our furry hostage. (DJ is much younger than Rooster and I. He has better knees.)
We thought he was the cat whisperer
Our mechanic friend must be some sort of cat whisperer because he explained the reason the cat wouldn’t come out of our car was that the cat felt safe in the belly of the car. He wasn’t mad or trapped. What it was doing was crying for its mother. It was scared and hiding in what the feline considered to be a safe space. I was now starting to feel like we were holding the poor thing against its will, and DJ was functioning as a hostage negotiator.
It was time for the furry creature to be set free. DJ’s plan was for us to pound on the side of the car until the animal decided it would be a good idea to go somewhere else. It took three seconds for the kitten to drop to the ground and travel four feet and climb up into the opposite side of the motor.
The method we used
We started the process of pounding on the car again figuring we’d made some progress. The cat decided she’d spent enough time listening to the pounding on our car. She made up her mind DJ’s vehicle was a better option. She ran from our vehicle and climb into the rear workings of DJ’s car.
The cat had other plans
We debated what our next course of action should be. DJ’s next suggestion was he should drive down the street at a slow rate of speed. There wasn’t any chance of the animal being burned or mangled where it was perched.
The kitten would jump out at the first stop sign. To make a long story short, the cat rode on the ledge beside the wheel all the way to DJ’s place of business. Our friend had to remove several car parts to get the poor thing out of the groove where she was hiding. The first we heard of it was in a Facebook post. They decided to call the poor thing Mittens.
Mittens finds a home
She has a new home in the garage where DJ works. They needed a shop cat to decrease the surplus mouse population. She will enjoy living in an auto repair shop where she will have a wide variety of vehicles to explore.
We made it to my daughter’s house without any further incident. The day turned into an amazing adventure with family and friends. Our family consists of a very eclectic group of individuals. We are all unique in our own ways. We accept one another for who we are and celebrate our differences. What all of us like to do most is eat. This turns into a problem when you’re fighting the battle of the bulge. The day wound down and we left my daughter’s house with full stomachs and pleasant memories. None of us suspected severe weather was moving in our direction.
After the drama of the great cat escape, we get a tornado warning.
Rooster and I had just settled into watching another episode of Treme on HBO proving there is something to watch after Game of Thrones when our daughter called to see if we heard about the weather. We turned on the Weather Channel to discover all the counties surrounding us had tornado warnings.
We turned on the local country radio station, which has the best local coverage of storms. Rooster got the flashlights and emergency supplies together. We waited for the warning to come over the airwaves signaling it was time for us to head for the basement. I knew how the poor kitten hiding inside our car felt when she searched for a safe place to hide.
Fortune smiled on us this time
Fortune smiled on us. The storm moving our way fizzled out before it reached our county. Sometimes you get lucky like that. There were numerous reports of tornados on the ground in other communities across the state. Fortunately, no lives were lost.
Please don’t dumb your animals
This adventure made me realize how vulnerable we are to a twist of fate. A tornado forms in the sky before it decides to smash your life into a million pieces of rubble, or it can lose steam before it reaches your location. A tornado warning can shake your sense of security and fill you with fear at a moment’s notice.
A heartless owner dumps you beside the road to depend on the kindness of strangers. (If you don’t want your animal, don’t dump them hoping for the best. Take them to the Humane Society where they have a chance of adoption. Mitten’s story could have been tragic if we wouldn’t have heard her mewing.) It’s all a toss of a coin to see which side of fortune you land on.
Thank goodness for family and friends. They help us weather every storm life throws at us. They are what makes the adventure of living worthwhile.
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Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana, who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures click here.
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