Just had to share my story - hope you don't mind.<BR>I had an exciting lunch hour yesterday. I rescued a kitten from a storm drain. I had been walking across the parking lot at work, heard mewing, and found a tiny yellow/white striped kitten trapped in the drain. I tried to get help from Physical Plant but they refused, saying they don't help feral cats. So I went back there, sat on the curb, talked to him, and wiggled my fingers through the opening, which really was big enough for him to get through if he knew how. He came right towards my hand, struggled to climb out, and soon (though it seemed like forever!) I was able to reach and grasp him, and pull him out. He didn't fight at all, just curled against me and stopped crying. So maybe he wasn't feral at all, just dumped. I took him to another department, where I know several animal lovers. They all oohed and aahed and said they had some milk, would take care of him, and find him a home because I couldn't keep him, though I REALLY wanted to.<BR>I am happy today, because I worried about him all last night, wondering if I did the right thing, or should have left him in case his mother was somewhere. But I didn't see or hear any other cats, and after the deluge we had last night, surely he would have drowned. He has now been adopted by a woman who has two neutered male cats already. He has been to the vet, been given a worm pill, and formula for round the clock feedings for a week. He is 4 1/2 weeks old, will be coming to work with her for a week, so I can visit him, and is being doted on by everyone. And he is a "Hemingway cat", with six toes on each paw, so he is even more special. And now he will be loved, possibly named Ernie, and I can be his aunt. Life can be good.
<BR>Oh, and this IS dance related, because if I wasn't a dancer, I probably could not have contorted myself to reach into the drain!
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