:: Kitty

Over a week ago. Or forever ago. I had a job that had me waiting outside a shop called Laser Equations (I think). I had a 1" thick piece of starfire glass on my side I had just picked up. 43 by 90 ish... about 300lbs. Me and a stand-in helper (our glass edge/fabricator) waited for over an hour and a half in a cold truck. This summer has been a poor spring really. It was just over zero and rainy this day..... kinda all summer really.

Doesn't matter. So I don't leave the truck running unless I get so cold my extra clothes won't keep me warm. So now and then I fired up ol'#15 just to avoid illness. I notice about 30min into this a small cat come from the underside of a car in the parking lot a ways away. I watch him(her?) b-line it from the car to our van and only last minute realize he's going for our engine. I am in the middle of large commercial zone and this was not just a cat, but a kitty.

Small, all black, cute as a button. Too late I realize she's coming for us. She gets in our engine while it's off and I tell my partner about her and we check it out. Yup. We've now got a kitten. I can't help but let her warm up in there. It really is a terrible day.

10 minutes later I forget about her and fire up the engine.

heh.... This black cats all good luck. She wasn't anywhere near the fan or the belts that would have surely killed her. I look and she's just cool chillin' near the engine block to keep warm. Eventually we drop off our cargo and have to leave. We get some sticks and try and get her out where she decides, smartly, the high ground is safer and climbs somewhere upto and into/near the firewall and inner workings of our van.

What do you do? My patience is gone from waiting in a loading bay. A Kitten is stuck in our van. We have to drive a long way on wet roads at high speed to get home. I decide.

Kitty better hold on.

The whole way home at every stop light I could hear kitty in the dashboard. *meow* We pull off as many dashboard covers as we can but she seams to be near the steering column or the pedals and we can't get her into the cab. So she hangs on.

I get back to shop and let the monkey's take care of her... I tell them and they torment the van until she gets out and defends herself (himself?) and bites the hell out of a fellow glassman. hehehehe, good girl.

Some people leave some food and water out near the last corner they saw her bolt to for the night.

We catch her the next day with some more blood shed from our men (heh, heh, heh) and is brought to the vet the next day. She's 1.5lbs and should be 3. She's hungry as hell and already has asker's for her keeping. She'll be fine with care.

An alley-cat-kitty ready to survive the streets taken up to live in luxury. The kind of cat you don't mind letting out 'cause she'll come back with less ears and fur then she left with no doubt sporting her cute grin and just charmed to see you again. All you'd ask for in a good cat.

All I asked is they name her "Dash". She was my cat to give and that's where I caught her.

I hope I can pet her one day.

Some things are that simple.