*** Quoting Tom Rightmer from a message to Mark Raciborski ***
TR> Would you use your shirt for stopping someone from bleeding to death?
Tom, the world is a sorry place when you have to report what you did.
For the record, I have a blood stained, highly treasured jogging jacket.
Mind something slightly off topic?  Hope not!
One day, jogging, I found this little lump. that seemed to try to meow but 
wasnt quite able to.  San Antonio Texas.  Hurt, at the side of the road.  
Something moved gently in the weeds near  it, but even a mommie cat couldnt 
fix this.
Took the little feller up, and walked *slowly and carefully* so as not to 
hurt him, home.  Second I got home, I called every vet I could find.  Almost 
all of them said to take him to the humane society.  Having called them 
already and being assured they would put him to sleep, I tried one last 
number.
Local fellow, said he'd *try* but it would be expensive.
300$ later, I had a kitten named 'Bobby' (Just liked the name) who was in a 
body cast and had to be dropper fed special cat milk every 2 hours around the 
clock.  Called my boss, and he being a kind soul, let me take 2 weeks leave.
I'd never had a cat in my life!  Didnt know anything about 'em.  Vet thought 
I was crazy to adopt Bobby, but he smiled and said I'd do ok.
Bobby came out fine.
6 months later, I found out 'Bobby' was quite appropriate for his name as he 
was a bobcat, but with a tabby heart.
2 years later, we all thanked God for saving him.  He was large enough to 
successfully pull a 2 year old, out of the apartment pool when he fell in, 
thereby saving his life.
2 years ago, he died of old age, on a farm in Northern San Antonio.  He was 
surrounded by many generations of 'bobby-cats'.  Gotta admit, he earned that 
nice easy life on one of his days eh?
                                       xxcarol
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