One evening, Tyson Hood was looking through Facebook when he stumbled upon a post about a little kitten that had slipped into a storm drain. The kitten had been cries for assistance for four days since he was stuck and unable to be rescued.
Hood instantly wrote a message to the individual who posted to see if he could help because he loves animals a lot and is the lieutenant of community risk reduction at his local fire department.
I sent her a private message stating that I worked for the nearby fire department in a position where I may be able to help because I’m a bit of a softy for animals in need, Hood said.
Hood phoned his girlfriend for assistance because he didn’t have much expertise with cats. She forewarned him that the kitten would probably be scared of him, making the rescue somewhat more challenging, and she was correct. It took nearly an hour and a half to eventually extricate the tiny fellow from the storm drain; he was undoubtedly afraid and perplexed.
As soon as he was safe and out of the sewer, Hood recalled, “he was an amazing lover – constant cuddling.” The hardest I’ve ever seen a cat nuzzle-purr, she immediately climbed up onto my shoulders. Which was flattering, but he smelled awful, as you might expect.
Before we ended up on the phone when I originally called Cheryl for guidance, she advised me, “This is how you get a cat – you make sure you take the cat home.” I chuckled and assured her that it wasn’t true because I wasn’t actually in the market, but when the stinky little monster licked me all over, I found myself sort of falling for him.
