Pink for October
Thanks to everyone who wished me luck getting home yesterday! I was sitting around waiting for AAA when I noticed a police car pull onto the shoulder ahead of me and back up until he was right in front of me. We each got out and I pointed to my tire and explained that I was waiting for AAA - “they should be here by 7:00.” He said that was way too long to wait, and he would call Motorist Assistance for me. (I think this is the first time I haven’t cried at a member of law enforcement!) I suspect he was more concerned with me not getting rammed by somebody else and dying than he was with me getting home at a reasonable hour, but that’s okay - he called, and a truck was there within five or ten minutes. The repair guy put my spare on, gave me a Motorist Assistance Packet with travel information, and told me I could call #77 the next time to get help. I’d forgotten that was even an option.
So I was on my way again by 6:30, and I went to Petco to feed the kitties. This is my part to help the animals in Hurricane Katrina - the normal Tuesday night volunteer is in Louisiana helping there, so I’m helping by taking over at Petco for her on a temporary basis. (I guess I never did actually mention that I was volunteering for 4Paws - I’m just a substitute for now because no weekly gigs were open that I was interested in.) The cats at my store now are Lady and Annie and I want to take both of them home. Annie is feisty and playful, and Lady is docile and gentle; they are both such wonderful cats that it really hurts that I can’t take them home. All of the 4Paws kitties are safe, though - it’s the kitties in Louisiana that really broke my heart as I as looking at PetFinder.com’s disaster section. (I don’t want to dig up the link again because it will just make me cry again.)
One Response for "Saved by Motorist Assistance"
I positively adore cats. I really wish our apartment complex would allow them — I’d have about 10. Embracing my inner cat-lady, I call it. ^_~
I know what you mean about reading those disaster stories on PetFinder. Before Katrina, reading the profiles for homeless cats and dogs was sad enough — now I can’t go there without sobbing like a baby. I wish I could give them all my home. =(
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