Monday, October 27, 2014
Two Lucky B#srds in the Middle of Nowhere
Yesterday of course was wood cutting day. I am still working on those downed Oak trees for my co-worker. Actually I am getting close to being finished. Last week I hauled out all the trunk sections that were too heavy for me to lift by splitting them on-site with my log splitter and I brought the splitter on home after that. What remained were four of the smaller trees with trunk sections 2 foot in diameter or smaller. Just about the maximum size I want to lug around and load by hand over rough ground on a steep hillside.
This is about a 40 mile one way trip so I am loading the truck and trailer down as much as I think I can get away with and I had her loaded DOWN yesterday let me tell you. I actually had to shorten the safety chains on the trailer so they wouldn't drag the ground. The one disadvantage to hauling so much Red Oak is that it is much heavier than a bunch of Elm or other woods.
I pull out on the gravel roads on my way home, take a few turns and come around a tight elbow turn intersection and there's this big red Chevy duelly blocking the road. The driver is standing by his open door and looks kinda surprised to see me. I am assuming he didn't hear me coming because I was moving slow enough to be kinda quiet and wasn't kicking up any dust. So this lowlife scum (and you will know why I call him that here shortly) jumps in his truck and pulls off unto the shoulder to get around me.
Laying there behind his truck in the middle of the road is this little ball of fur you see above.
Now I suppose I should give the guy the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he only stopped to see what it was. That kitten wasn't even dusty from the road yet when I pulled up to it. It could not have been there more than a few minutes and if he didn't dump it there he would have had to have driven over it and then stop. Even if he didn't put the kitten there he still had the same options I had.
1. Either high center the furball and hope it doesn't run under your tires.
2. Get out and move the thing.
3. Take it home.
I guess there is a fourth option but anyway.
The little cat doesn't know it yet but he was more than likely the luckiest kitten in the entire State of Missouri yesterday because I picked the poor, orphaned thing up and put it in the cab of my truck.
I figure what the hell we managed to find homes for 7 kittens this year what's one more.
So we been bottle feeding this kitten. His eyes were so matted he couldn't open them and since we have had to treat other kittens for eye infections we still have medicine for it. Called the vet to see if it was safe for a kitten this young. Made him a cage up with some of that special soft kitten food in case he want's to try solid foods and got the little mini-litter pan back out.
We estimate he is about four weeks old tops. Barely old enough to start using the litter pan unassisted. I was actually wondering if he would make it through the night but my son is playing nursemaid and fed him this morning already. He is now asleep in my son's lap.
So there was the first lucky bastard yesterday. The second was yours truly.
I am hauling this load of wood, pulling the trailer and trying to make sure this kitten doesn't get down around me feet. We are on paved roads now but every time I get the load above 55 MPH I begin weaving from the weight. We are coming down a steep hill when all the tread decides it's time to come off my left trailer tire.
Thank the Lord almighty the tire didn't completely explode or I would have been in a seriously bad position. 30 miles from home without a trailer spare. I would have had too unload the trailer just to unhitch it from the truck then taken the rim to have a new tire put on and come back.
After this close call I am mounting a spare on the trailer. I meant to do it years ago but never could find a rim for it. I am going to look harder now.
If I thought I was weaving before well all that weight on a tire with half it's tread gone made the rest of the trip quite an experience. I think the kitten was looking at me and thinking he had better chances on that gravel road at one point.
We finally limped on in at 35 MPH making a nice rhythmic tune. It also gave the Mrs. time to get the accommodations in order for the kitten.
Man I sure am glad that tire didn't go flat and I didn't hit any sharp rocks on the way in.
Keep Prepping Everyone!!!!