About 5 days ago on my day off a car came into the shop. Nothing special right.. When my coworker opened the hood two kittens hauled ass out of the engine bay and ran through the shop. One headed out the shop door and the other hid somewhere in the shop. A few days later one of the sales persons catches the kitten that hid in the shop. I get into work and see a Penzoil box moving and the guys standing around it. I found out that they capture the kitten that got loose in the shop. Once I found out the history of this kitten I asked if anybody had gave the kitten any food or water. They were afraid to open the box because the kitten was "mean". So I talked one of the sales persons into wearing some hot-gloves to hold the kitten while I put some water into the box with it.
Once we opened the box I see a orange, tan, black, and white flash shoot out and right into the hands of the sales person. Growling, hissing, and trying to bite and claw through the hot-gloves. It was kind of funny to watch as the sales person played hot potato with a rather scared and highly upset kitten. Finally I get a make-shift bowl with water into the box and the sales persons puts the kitten back into the box. Thinking that the kitten probably hasn't eaten in days I go get some soft kitten food for it. Well I get back with the food and realize that nobody wants to feed "the beast in the box". So I try to carry the box full of claws and teeth to the break room. Without dropping the box because this kitten in bouncing off the sides of the box growling and hissing.
I know better than to stick my hands anywhere near the mini-Taz so I got a plastic spork and feed the kitten through a small opening in the box. After slowly feeding it so it would not get sick from eating to fast and too much at once I finally get a good look at it. The kitten was covered in oil and crud from under the hood of the car.
To make this post short The kitten has been named Penzoil and is doing good. He's a real attention hound and loves to curl up around my neck. You would think that giving a cat a bath would be hard. He just stayed still while I washed all of the crud from his fur.
Well I got to go. I just saw Penzoil sneak around the back of my computer so I know my feet are about to get pounced on..... Damn orange and white furball is too cute for his own good. I'm watching him. Tail's straight up and hind quarters are moving back and forth. He's getting ready to attack. Why am I just going to stand here and let him attack my feet?!?!?!
Once we opened the box I see a orange, tan, black, and white flash shoot out and right into the hands of the sales person. Growling, hissing, and trying to bite and claw through the hot-gloves. It was kind of funny to watch as the sales person played hot potato with a rather scared and highly upset kitten. Finally I get a make-shift bowl with water into the box and the sales persons puts the kitten back into the box. Thinking that the kitten probably hasn't eaten in days I go get some soft kitten food for it. Well I get back with the food and realize that nobody wants to feed "the beast in the box". So I try to carry the box full of claws and teeth to the break room. Without dropping the box because this kitten in bouncing off the sides of the box growling and hissing.
I know better than to stick my hands anywhere near the mini-Taz so I got a plastic spork and feed the kitten through a small opening in the box. After slowly feeding it so it would not get sick from eating to fast and too much at once I finally get a good look at it. The kitten was covered in oil and crud from under the hood of the car.
To make this post short The kitten has been named Penzoil and is doing good. He's a real attention hound and loves to curl up around my neck. You would think that giving a cat a bath would be hard. He just stayed still while I washed all of the crud from his fur.
Well I got to go. I just saw Penzoil sneak around the back of my computer so I know my feet are about to get pounced on..... Damn orange and white furball is too cute for his own good. I'm watching him. Tail's straight up and hind quarters are moving back and forth. He's getting ready to attack. Why am I just going to stand here and let him attack my feet?!?!?!
I love cats!
