Pardon the alliteration. My mom was about to leave the house when the following took place:
Brother: Come outside quick! My mom wants you!
3baid: Wants me? I’m sure I haven’t blocked her car, what could she want?
Brother: There’s a cat!
3baid: What about it?
Brother: In the car!
Mom: Isn’t it pretty? That sneaky thing; if I had driven off, it’d be dead by now!
3baid: It’s so cute! But how did you spot her? It’s so tiny!
Brother: I saw her climb through the tire.
I reached my hand to hold the kitty but it hissed and scratched violently in fear. Right before I could go for a second attempt, it hid itself in a very narrow opening.
Mom: Wallah bilshah! (What a dilemma!) I need to go now or I’ll be late!
3baid: Hand me a stick, I’ll be able to push her out gently.
We thought of pushing the car towards the inclined part of the garage so that it would be easier to reach it.
Brother: We could hose it out with water!
After several more minutes of more pushing and water spraying, the wet kitten finally slipped through the side and dashed its way across the neighborhood unharmed. How many cats have you saved?
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