Trips to the coast clinic with cats never are but today was a little beyond.
You see, the cats did not cooperate in the catching, the ones I wanted that is, so once I finally had Button and Forest (I really wanted to take Button and her sis, Tweetie), I was running late to get going. I have to leave by 4:30 a.m. since it's a 3 hour drive and sometimes there are hold ups, with traffic.
I usually catch them the night before, but I got distracted doing other things and ended up in bed by 7:00 p.m. for the early rise. I set the traps, hoping to get lucky and catch the right cats, but Sam went into traps 3 times. So I figured I would have to catch them before I left.
But things got a little wild, a little wooly and took a bit longer than I thought.
I was in a rush as I left. I never saw that purse of mine, as I pulled out, sitting all lonely and left behind, in the garage. I would find out soon enough I'd left it.
I found out when I finally got to where I was going, hungry too, since I'd had no breakfast, and tried to get a burrito at McDonalds before dropping the cats at the clinic. No purse. No purse=no money. Nor phone. Nor credit or debit card to pay the vet. No money meant no food or drink all day. And there was no way to get home on the gas left in the tank either.
The realization took my breath away. Yikes!
I contemplated what to do in such a predicament. There are no more pay phones. I tried half the day to get someone to let me use their phone but had no luck. Even if I had the phone or could borrow one, who would I call who might even answer? Nobody. So I ditched the thought salvation could be had if someone would loan me a phone.
In the meantime, I went to the clinic and told them what had happened and asked if the cats could receive care anyway, and that I could call in my credit card number tomorrow. They finally agreed to that.
I knew I would have to beg people for gas money to get home. It was humiliating. One person did help me with $10. She was the only one and the only reason I'm not still out there somewhere. I tried to get her name and address so I could repay her kind act, but she refused.
But I knew $10 would not be enough. I sat in my car and reviewed options. I didn't move the car from the clinic parking lot all day, so no gas would be used. I decided to hunt for cans. If I found 40 cans, I'd have $2 more, to put on gas. I walked about 2 1/2 miles, til my knee gave out, but did not find a single can.
I had no emergency food with me either. I usually have something, but had cleaned out my car and the bag with the icky awful power bars sat in my garage, ready to load, right by my purse.
Then I remembered I sometimes hide a small amount of money in the car. But I'd raided it before, and had not reimbursed it up to the usual $5. There was $3 however. I began to calculate how much gas I had left, how much I might need to get home and how much $13 would buy.
I slept off and on but mostly sat in the car the rest of the day. I'd given up begging or even trying to get someone to let me use their phone. Outside of the one woman, I found no mercy. Rain woke me from strange dreams at least once. I was crumpled down against the passenger seat in a rather painful position. I guess I toppled over when I fell asleep.
I picked up Button and Forest. The price was over $300 even though less was done on Button and Forest than on the last pair I drove over, and the price was less last time. It is often that way there. I better remember to call in first thing in the morning to pay up.
I then drove off, giving my little car encouragements. I'd dumped every ounce of weight from it I could, including cans of cat food. I fed them to the river cats. I spent my $13 cash for gas at the 76 station, the cheapest in that town. I had over a quarter tank left before putting in the $13 worth. I knew my little car would not let me down. Off we went, headed home.
No fast acceleration, no driving over 55, max 50 going up the coast range, coasting down hills where I could, no faster than 60 once on the freeway headed south.
My car was good to me. I made it home.
|Forest went today, got teeth cleaned, shot updates, wormed and ears cleaned. Forest was one of over two dozen cats and kittens I trapped and removed from the Bone Pile Colony above Lebanon a few years ago.|
The lady with the English Bulldog saved me today. She's the one who gave me $10. She said she once cared for 37 cats too. All I know is, all I want to say, is, lady---Thank You!
The cats were done and I made it home. It was a disaster of my own creation. I usually do a check list before I leave. None the worse for wear I suppose.
Maybe this new product, in kickstarter phase, would have helped: