This morning, we found a cat in trouble.
But, at 4 a.m. Momma can not see much and Dad had to get to the carpool drop off point. So we took Pappa Bear to his ride and came back.....no cat. Zephyr and I went to sleep and got up to find the cat. In the morning, we got all gussied up in sleeves and boots with gloves and veggie oil just in case the cat was a scrapper. We found him (a neighbor's yard cat) and started working to pull the can off -- No luck.
While I held the cat and tried to soothe him. Saenz cut a hole in the bottom of the can big enough for the cat to see light but, we still could not pull the can off. We kept working on the cat and got the can to budge some. As we were working the cat was calm and very quiet. Miracles of miracles the cat was not a fighter or a scratcher. I kept working on trying to get his ears back --- guess he got fed up with our attempts and just bolted up the driveway with can still attached.
Zephyr and I took off after the cat because our next play was to take him to the vet in town. Guess what, we could not find the darn cat; it disappeared in the field. We looked for him but, luck. We came out several time and still nothing. All told, we looked for the cat about six different times to no avail.
So this day did not turn out like a Facebook Fairytale for neither the cat nor us. :o(
Talk to ya'll soon,