When I got to work yesterday, everyone was in a buzz. A kitten was in the engine block of a company truck, and no one could get it out. Someone had even stolen some tuna out of the fridge as enticement, but no dice. Eventually everyone wandered back inside to do some actual work.
Except me, because I'm a sucker, and the poor thing was crying. And a coworker's husband, who's a softy for cats. He'd recommended we try unclipping the underside of the dash cover, and I recommended putting the plate of tuna on the battery, where we'd maybe have a chance to grab it. We did both--the tuna lured the kitten to a place where we could just grab it from inside the cab.
I took him inside, gave him a bit of a bath in the bathroom with dishsoap with a friend's help (not ideal, but he was covered in oil, and it's what we had), let him eat a bit of the tuna, and grabbed a blanket out of my car for him.
Long story short: he checked out fine with the vet, and he went home with my friend. Her kids are ecstatic, and the kitten (who has been named the Slovenian word for "cat," which I can't spell, but which sounds like "Muchki") has made himself right at home.
Yeah, he's adorable.