Work sucks in general, its just been no fun lately. Some jobs are fun, and the jobs lately have been no fun.
So I’m here at the shop, putting back a few beers, getting ready to go take a nap and do it all again tomorrow. (an hour ride each way, easier to stay, get more hours in and take long weekends).
I hear some screaming out back, like a cat fight. My dogs (my shop, so they come to work with me), take off, I’m right behind them.
Little kitten out there, all mad as hell, 2 dogs thinking its play time because the kitten is all crazy(they have 4 cats at home, so they know what they are). Coral the 2 dogs in the break room, realize that kitten is bleeding.
It realized pretty quick I wasn’t going to hurt it, so I went inside to get a towel to grab it with(it had already got me good once). When I went back out, I realized it was pretty much done. It curled up under the bandsaw. It didn’t take long before it/he/she stopped breathing consistently, convulsions for the next 10 minutes.
I sat there with it, under the rollers for the band saw, and pet it gently while it quickly died. I don’t know if the kitten cared, but I just couldn’t leave it to die by itself.
It had a huge gash on its chest, and blood pouring out of its mouth, it probably jumped over the fence and landed on something it shouldn’t have, just a little guy, maybe 3 or 4 months old.
Wrapped in a clean rag over here on a workbench, I’ll give he/she a proper burial in the morning, next to my dog. I won’t freeze it and throw it in the dumpster.
I just had to share this bit of mundane pointlessness, it’s late, can’t wake anybody up, can’t tell the old lady, she doesn’t like bad animal stories. Just kind of sucked.
Kind of glad the little guy died quick, there is nothing I could have done, and the closest vet is 45 minutes away. until I realized it was bleeding, I thought I might end up having 5 cats, and I don’t need any more fricken critters.
At least someone was loving him in his final moments.