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Maybe it's just LJ

But I did a region search for War, WV where I used to hang out a lot in the early 80's and ther are no users theres. Not too surprising since it's a fly speck of a town anyway but then I did a search on WV and Then West Virginia and no users turned up either. Am I to assume the LJ phenomenon has been passed over by all the Internet users in WV? That's kind of hard to believe.

In other news, I rescued a cat this weekend. Like so many other aspects of my life, it was pretty comical in a getting visciously mauled by an animal sort of way.

I was on my way to Beardstown Saturday morning to get my hair cut. No dragonfly, not cut off, just the top trimmed. So anyway, I pull out of Rushville and onto US 67 and about a mile down the road, I see this little ball of fluff marching down the side of the road like a man on a mission. Usually a cat walking down the side of the road gets no more thought from me than "I hope it doesn't get hit," because there are farms with farm cats all over the place here. But this was a kitten and it was not within half a mile of any of the surrounding farms.

So I turn around and come back and park behind it. I get out and approach it with semi trucks and cars whizzing past me. We'd gotten 8 inches of snow down there last week and the road clearing vehicles had it pilled up in foot high walls along the side of the road.The kitten was standing there sunk up to it's chest in the dirty wet snow. It was covered in road salt and grease. The outside temp was around 31 degrees and the poor little guy was shivering violently. So I talk to it gently and go to pick it up and what does it do?

If you said it ran right back under my pickup, you guessed right. So now I'm trying to reach behind the tires and under the bumper to grab this thing and it's hissing at me and running from tire to tire to get away. Pretty soon, I look underneath and it has disapeared. So I look down in the ditch and out on the road. No kitten.

So I call and I hear this load and pitiful "meeeeeeeeew meeeeeeeeew meeeeeeeeeew" from underneath the truck. I get down on my knees in the snow and I see this little grey tuft of tail hanging down from on top of the muffler. That's right, he'd crawled on top of a muffler that was hot enough to burn my hands in order to either escape me or get warm. So now I need to save him from that too. I lay down in the snow and shuffle under the pickup as far as I can. I've got my fingerless wool gloves on so I can still feel but not get burned on the muffler. I grab him by the tail and haul him out hissing and spitting. I've got him by the hindquarters with my left hand, and I'm trying to stand up when this cute little ball of grey fur turns into a demonic spinning mass of fangs and claws and clamps down on my left forefinger. I can feel the teeth go in and grind against the bone. I'm sure I was yelling some unrepeatable expletive but I can't recall what it was.

I grabbed him by the middle with my right hand and he turns on my right forefinger and thumb with the same results only this time he got me good. I looked down and yelled at him and it was like a bad Stephen King film. There was this little monster attached by the jaw to my hand and my blood is squirting out all over the place. I actually thought he'd hit a vein or something. I do remember that I called him a fucking little bastard demon from hell at that point. Not that it helped because he kept on sawing away with fang and claw. So I finally got him by the scruff of the neck with my injured left hand. He was kicking and hissing but I managed to get him in the back of the truck and close the camper lid.

I climbed in front and called Deb on the cell and noticed blood running down my hand and into the wool of the glove and dripping on the cell phone. Like I said, Stepen King. I told Deb the situation and that I was bringing the monster home. It took five minutes driving home a manual transmission not being able to use my right hand. I got there and Deb took pity on me and helped me clean up my hands of the blood. She called the hospital while I poured alcohol on my hand since we used up the peroxide on Jake the Dog. Damned if that didn't hurt. After it was cleaned up I could count seven puncture bites on the right hand and 3 on the left. The hospital asked if I had my tetanus shots and I have since I routinely cut myself on barbed wire fences. beyond that they said keep it clean and watch for signs of infection or rabid behavior. What the hell is rabid behavior I ask. Anything out of the ordinary they say. Great.

After I get cleaned up we have to go rescue the kitten again. He's crawled up under a wooden bench in the back of the camper so Deb goes in armed with a towel and manages to net the little bastard and we get him in the house. At which point he gives up the fight and goes slack. Apparently all his energy was spent on maiming his rescuer. We find him a box and a pillow and some warm towels and get him warmed up and call the vet. The vet says to clean him up and watch for signs of shock and feed him after awhile. So we let him get warm and when he stops shivering, we toss him in the sink with some baby shampoo and warm water. Luckily he is all tuckered out and doesn't put up much of a fight. Dark brown water just rolls off him. No fleas though so hopefully we aren't dealing with any flea born diseases. Plus it's been pretty cold for a couple months so hopefully we are past rabies season as well. He even let us use a blow dryer to dry him. He gets put back in his box for awhile and goes to sleep.

later we wondered what to feed him so I made a runny paste of Fancy Feast cat food and milk which her greedily ate two bowls of before falling asleep again. We made him a bed in the bathroom, with food water and a litter pan. He slept pretty quietly. Sunday morning he finally peed which is how dehydrated he was. We let him out in the house and he is a 100% different kitty. of course Deb went ahead and named him and let him imprint on her. Damnit. We did call the Animal Warden to see if anyone was missing a kitten but as Schuyler county is so small, there is no humane society shelter near and we didn't want him euthanized after rescuing him. So we decided to bring him back to the city. We know we can't keep him because our two grown cats would never accept him. So we are trying to get the adoption agencies into the act. We found one that would take him right away but it would cost us $100 so he could be tested for feline AIDS and get his shots. So we are looking at other options but may go that way. For the moment, he still has a home with us.

As for me, my finger swelled up about three times it's size. Now it's back down but bruised and tender but no lock jaw or adverse affects so far. I guess I'm just too kind hearted.

Anyone want a kitten?



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Jan. 6th, 2003 04:40 pm (UTC)
Well, I suppose I could take it if Sean ends up having to go back to Alaska, though Harley will be staying with me for a little while, until he has a place to take her to. Kitty would also have to like apartments, which is always iffy with strays.
Poor guy. Just trying to help a poor kitty. Though you can't blame it for being spooked. Sort of reminds me of my uncle - the live out in the middle of nowhere Vermont and have a house full of stray cats.
Jan. 6th, 2003 05:57 pm (UTC)
I'm sure we'll find a home for it. Situation is not critical yet.

Jan. 6th, 2003 05:59 pm (UTC)
I do! Could you talk didymos into letting me have one?
Jan. 6th, 2003 06:05 pm (UTC)
Beats me but if e run out of options I really may ask if someone wants him. We need to have a vet run some test on him and all to see if he has anything we can't see. I'll let you know though.


Jan. 7th, 2003 08:14 am (UTC)
he sounds just my type, but (apart from being across the ocean) Stu says we already have enough
couldn't you keep him?
Jan. 7th, 2003 03:02 pm (UTC)
We may end up doing that if our two other cats will accept him. If it was warm weather I'd just raise him in my barn at the farm but i'm afraid he'd freeze o starve right now since i'm only at the farm on the weekends these days.


Jan. 8th, 2003 01:32 am (UTC)
other cats! always a problem, however big the space!
Jan. 7th, 2003 09:57 am (UTC)
I hope your finger stays okay. Cats are known to easily cause infections from their bites and scratches. I'm sure you know how common it is for a cat to develope an abscess after a fight because of such wounds. Boy, are you lucky it wasn't worse.
Jan. 7th, 2003 03:03 pm (UTC)
Well the swelling has gone down now and the wounds are closed so I think I'll be OK. He seems to be allright as well.


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