Once upon a time, in a land far, far, away, oh wait, uh…wrong story.
One night in late summer of last year, my husband and I were heading out so that I could get some sunset pictures. I'm a photographer and I'm always shooting something. Anyway, we grabbed the big dog (Maya, our black lab) and took off in the Jeep with the top off. We weren't even a mile from our house when he stopped in the middle of a fairly busy road, put the Jeep in park and jumped out. He'd seen two tiny little kittens sitting in the middle of our lane just before you get to a stop sign. The kittens were frightened and ran for the ditch. He went after them and immediately found Brother, who is black and white. His sister, a tabby, darted under some tall grass and he had to hunt for her. Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the Jeep holding onto Maya and traffic is backing up behind us. The not-so-happy guy behind us blows his horn a couple of times before Steve waves him around and gives him a little howdy, one finger wave. :) After a few minutes he grabbed the little girl, who promptly bit him on the finger. I jumped out, got on the drivers side and Steve headed towards the passenger side carrying both kitties. One, in a normal little kitty way, the other held out away from his body by the nape of her neck. She was a spitfire and wanted no part of being "saved". As we were driving back home, she bit him again and held onto his finger for the entire half mile trip.
When we got the kitties home, Steve tossed them in the smallest dog crate that we had in the garage. The little girl was hissing and growling the entire time. They were terrified. Brother was crying and his sister was threatening anything and everything within three feet of her. In her tiny little way she was saying, "I kill you!" every time we approached the crate. Within twenty-four hours they had calmed down and decided that we weren't going to eat them. I fed and watered them, litter trained them in a lid to a shoe box and took them to the vet. The first vet visit revealed that our little "killer" weighed in at ten ounces and her brave brother weighed in at twelve.
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