13 September 2016
I passed by a heavily meowing car on my way back from a birthday party.
I went back and got on my knees to check underneath the car, inside the wheels, put my ear near the hood, tapped on the windows. The meowing got worse and I was super worried. It looked like this cat really needed help.
It sparked some attention. Within 5 minutes there were three other people looking for the meow. “It’s stuck in the engine”, a man said. “Can we get it out?” I asked. “You need to call the police.”
I tried the animal rescue service first, but their 24hour service apparently didn’t count anymore after 11. Then I had someone else call the police: “Yeah hi, we’re looking for the owner of this license plate (… )..yeah there’s a cat stuck underneath the hood. No I’m not joking. Ok thanks.”
“They’ll call you back when they find the owner and the police will come crack open the hood”
“Crack it open?! Can’t the owner just .. open it?”
“They’ll call you back.”
After that he walked off!! The other men also left in the meantime. Thanks for all the help buddies….
Then the meowing disappeared… I was afraid something may have happened, so I started tapping on the car again. Suddenly there was a faint meow in the distance, like at the other side of the street; THE SAME MEOW!
At the same time the police called back; wanted to know the street name and said they’ll be right over.
THEN the man who helped me call the police came back..He had woken up his wife for this event and wanted her to help look as well!!
And then.. a sneaky little bastard asshole cat crossed the street….
We all looked at each other in silence. “You uh..better call the police and say you’ve found the cat…” I did. I could hear the police was very pleased with this news by the swearing in the background.
I now hate cats.