new years eve a few years back, i go out to my 93 t-bird, and start her up, i hear thunk!!!, i think to myself, what the hell, is thunk????
i open the hood to find my wifes cat has been grabbed by the serpitine belt and shot up the left side of the engine, the thunk!!! was her head hitting the hood. i look around surely thinking i was going to have to end this cat, but there was no open wounds....
i go inside,and get the wife, she is keeping the cat from going into shock till i rip half the engine compartment out of the car, she is wedged in so hard and swollen up to the size of a basketball, i finally get one of the engine mounts to loosen, wedge a pole in there and raise the engine enough to get the cat out.
i jump on the harley and race to work, about the only day i was late in 11 years, my boss comes out and starts to make some remark about bikers, i told him it wasn't a good morning for that. i told him the story, and he ends up being a cat person and passes the story on to the company newspaper. i'm getting calls from people remarking on the idiot who saved the cat, all the time gritting my teeth knowing i'm that idiot....