Maybe Cats Do Have Nine Lives

I really have to share with you this. Last night after having to instruct Kickboxing and closed up the studio, I went straight to my car to get home. Luckily, I managed to see a mama cat and her litter under my car. I spent some time to shoo them away, but it was not so easy I tell you. Then, after I managed to chase them away, I started my car, and drove myself home.

Not too long after that, I suddenly heard a vague sound of little kitten in my car. I said, no, it can't be. I'm a big dummy about cars, but I don't think there's any way a cat can stay hanging under a moving car. I stopped the car, checked around the car, try to listen to that sound of a kitten again, but I did not hear it anymore. There's no more sound. Told myself I must be hearing things or maybe it was the radio.

Then, I started the car again and continued my drive home. Not too long after that, I hear it again. No! It can't be. I lower the volume of the radio, changed the channel and turned the radio off but still I can hear that sound. Argh! Now its driving me nuts. It was starting to get creepy. Did I accidently ran over a little kitty when I reversed my car out of the parking space and that dead little kitty immediately set out to haunt me for the cruel and painful end I accidentally delivered to it? Or is there a little cat hanging somewhere under my car dying but still crying out of pain? But why won't it die immediately? It was becoming unbearable.

I quickly exited the main road, parked my car and tried to calm myself for a while. I was not hysterical, but I was disturbed I have to admit. Got off my car, I walked around it, kicked every tyres and tried to hear that sound again. Nothing. Went around again, I saw some kind of fluid slowly running down the asphalt ,but no, it was not blood. It was from the air conditioner. I continued looking for something. Circumbulated my car which I call the Flying Dutchman again and again looking for the origin of that haunting sound of a dead kitty.

Then, miraculously, from behind the rear wheel, came out this tiny little scared and fragile looking thing. It was a kitten. Immediately, I bent down to grab it by the back of its neck, but it got scared and ran under the car again. Tried again and I came up behind him as it was peeking from behind the wheel looking for me. Gotcha!

I quickly got the kitten into my car, and briefly, I was thinking of adopting it. As quickly as the thought came, I got back into my senses. I should not waste this little kitty its eight remaining lives. Hehe. Yeah, I decided to drove back to where I parked and deliver it back to its Mama.

When I got there, Mama cat was looking so distraught sniffing her surrounding with another little kitten by her side. When mama cat saw us, she quickly came rushing to us and sniffed her little kitty. I was not sure if she's mad or what, but she was not hissing at me but was continuously meowing at me. I gave her some time to calm down and slowly approached her and rubbed the back of her head to tell her that everything is okay now. You got your baby back with you. I could sense that she was definitely stressed out for the momentary loss of her kid.

I was glad that the kitten survived the ride under my Flying Dutchman unharmed. It was a miracle. That must be the ride of that little kitten's life I'm sure. I guess, there is some truth when they say that cats have nine lives. I am a living witness. It was a creepy experience, but thinking back, it was funny because it surely scared the sh*t out of me.

Salam.