So, I get a call towards the end of my lunch break: "Do you have any thick gloves?"
"Sure. Why?"
"There's a kitten stuck under one of the washing machines."
"O...........k."
So, cut to me in the laundry room, listening to the plaintive wails of a little kitty stuck inside/under the washing machine that no-one has bothered to shut off. I shut it off and try to figure out how to reach under the machine to pull the kitten out. Turns out the kitten was hiding inside the engine compartment of a guest's car and had already been lured out and boxed by the staff, but the jumpy little bugger had gotten loose and hidden under the running commercial washer.
Well, after pulling the fascia of the machine off and getting hissed/clawed at pulling the cut little bastard out from under the dust-bunniest machine space I have ever seen, I find myself holding an adorable smoke grey kitten with piercing blue eyes.
He did not like it when we handed him over to the animal control lady, lemme tell you. Silly little sod will no doubt be driving some adopter nuts hiding under their crap before the week is out.
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