the one where i forgot to dot my 'i's and cross my 't's
i was on my way from camp to a medical appointment at ttsh when i came across what i thought to be a cat in peril. the creature was in a small grated drain and was not moving. its head was in a small drainage hole and so were its two front paws, so i really couldnt tell if it was alright at all or not. i started to look for signs of breathing and saw the cat's torso rise up and down irregularly (or so i thought).
so i decided to call spca because i honestly thought the cat was injured and i really didnt know what else to do.
after telling the woman on the other end of the line where to find the poor little kitty cat, i continued on my way, happy that i did what i then thought was the right thing and that the cat was going to be alright (if it wasnt already dead). it was then that it dawned on me that maybe i was a little hasty in making that phonecall and maybe i should have made a more detailed examination.
so i went back to the cat to ensure that it was really in trouble.
i didnt really want any direct contact with the cat so i looked around for a stick or thin brach to poke the cat with to see if it responded, but found only twigs that were inappropriate for the task. so what i did was to lift the metal grate that was over the drain with my feet (because i didnt wanna touch it) and slam it back down again on the concrete path, hoping that the incredibly loud bang would rouse some reaction from the creature.
the plan was flawless.
the reaction?
the loud bang that ensued caused the cat to awake from its slumber and to sprint off in the opposite direction, leaving me in a wake of shock and confusion.
maybe i should've done that first before calling the spca, huh?
i was on my way from camp to a medical appointment at ttsh when i came across what i thought to be a cat in peril. the creature was in a small grated drain and was not moving. its head was in a small drainage hole and so were its two front paws, so i really couldnt tell if it was alright at all or not. i started to look for signs of breathing and saw the cat's torso rise up and down irregularly (or so i thought).
so i decided to call spca because i honestly thought the cat was injured and i really didnt know what else to do.
after telling the woman on the other end of the line where to find the poor little kitty cat, i continued on my way, happy that i did what i then thought was the right thing and that the cat was going to be alright (if it wasnt already dead). it was then that it dawned on me that maybe i was a little hasty in making that phonecall and maybe i should have made a more detailed examination.
so i went back to the cat to ensure that it was really in trouble.
i didnt really want any direct contact with the cat so i looked around for a stick or thin brach to poke the cat with to see if it responded, but found only twigs that were inappropriate for the task. so what i did was to lift the metal grate that was over the drain with my feet (because i didnt wanna touch it) and slam it back down again on the concrete path, hoping that the incredibly loud bang would rouse some reaction from the creature.
the plan was flawless.
the reaction?
the loud bang that ensued caused the cat to awake from its slumber and to sprint off in the opposite direction, leaving me in a wake of shock and confusion.
maybe i should've done that first before calling the spca, huh?