The other day Steve and I were walking to the bus stop and heard the cutest meowing you could ever imagine. “Kittens!!” I gleefully shouted. “Let’s go find them!!” So we walked in the direction the noise was coming from, expecting them to be in someone’s yard. Imagine my shock (and horror!) when we saw the kittens were not in yard, but in the sewer! At this point I should mention the sewers here are just big (in this case, open) concrete ditches that run on either side of the street). They were wet, presumably cold, and could never ever have gotten out. So Steve straddled the sewer (a difficult feat even for his gigantic legs) and pulled them out (using a bag, because they were, after all, in a sewer)! Then we went back home so Steve could wash his hands and I could get the kittens some bread and butter (the only thing we had). Here is a picture of them. Soooo cute!
The story is made more dramatic by the fact that when we came back home hours later, there was a huge rainstorm and the sewers were filled to the brim with rushing water! So if we left the kittens they would have died!!!
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