One of the boys was hitting the   
poor thing hard with a stick, and the  
other was wetting her down with        
something.                             
     I hit the gas and drove right in  
between them. They scattered into the  
woods. I immediately climbed out the   
window, onto the roof, and cut the poor
kitty down. She reeked of gasoline, but
I didn’t care.                         
     She gasped for air and was also   
shaking like a leaf, probably scared   
out of her mind. She scratched the hell
out of my hands, but I didn’t even     
notice it at the time.                 
     I started to wrap her up in a     
blanket, that I always carried in the  
back seat. She howled with such pain,  
that I stopped trying to wrap her and  
just put her on the back seat, as      
* gently as I could and called Barry.      
     He couldn't come that very minute,
but he’d get a hold of his assistant   
and send her out immediately.          
     That assistant was Beth.          
     She was there in under two        
minutes. “I'm sorry it took so long,”  
was the first thing she said and ran by
me to take a look at the kitten.       
     I followed right behind her, and  
after a couple seconds, she looked over
her shoulder, and with that crooked    
smile of hers, I think she said, “We   
might be able to save her, I hope.”    
     I watched her as the next thing   
she did, before she did anything else, 
was give the poor thing a sedative,    
while also sending Barry a text for    
permission, and also telling me to get 
another blanket from her back seat.    



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