So I saved a life tonight...
Yeah. And it was the most amazing feeling ever.
We're all chilling at my house, enjoying my little bon voyage party, and Melissa (best friend) calls saying that she's bringing over her new kitten for us to see. She also asks if it's ok that the cat is on the floor of her del Sol. I tell her it shouldn't be a problem. End of conversation. 20 minutes later or so, Mel comes running in the door saying she can't find the cat and it's up in the dashboard. When I had told her the cat in the floorboard was ok, I assumed it was under the seat. No big deal. Well, no. This kitten had gone up to the verrrrrry front of the floorboard, and actually up behind the dash. I assume the position, on my back in the passenger floor, and reach my arm up to see if I can grab the kitten. I feel a TAIL. That's it. Attached to a body that I can't reach. So we pull the glovebox down carefully to see what there is to see. At first I didn't see anything... then I see a furry ear sticking out from behind the AIRBAG... I'm sitting there going "Are you KIDDING me?!" So I look at Mel and tell her we're more than likely gonna have to pull the dash to get to the kitten. She says she doesn't care. So the bolts start flying. I'm under the dash with a flashlight trying to calmly and quietly remove all the bolts and screws holding in the dash. Then I notice something... kitty's not moving. When I first started, the cat was way alert and was meowing and moving. Now, nothing.. no movement at all. I can't see enough of it's body to see if it's breathing or not. I notice that one of the eyes is open and kind of cocked to the side. Gently poke the kitty with the end of the screwdriver, no response. I keep working, and a few minutes later, poke the kitty again. Still nothing... so I tell Mel that I have some bad news, thinking the cat's dead (it's a six week old kitten). Mel immediately starts bawling, everyone's sad, I continue working, knowing that kitty's gotta come out, dead or alive. About 20 minutes go by, and suddenly, kitty shakes his head a little. I yell out "FALSE ALARM! KITTY'S ALIVE" and life is much better. I can tell little guy is fading fast, though... so the gentle. organized dash removal becomes more of a "Get the dash out before kitty DOES die" scramble. Finally, the dash is loose. Another girl at the party, who is quite petite, is looking in from the pass. side of the windshield, trying to grab the kitty through the top of the dash. She can barely reach him... like, she can touch him, but can't quite reach. Finally, I get impatient and pull, hard, on the dash, along with the help of everyone else. We hear a crack, the dash gives, kitty gets scared, I pinch his tail, grab him by the scruff of the neck and pull him through the airbag mount bar opening. Kitty comes out kicking and screaming, but fine physically. No broken anything, no scratches. Melissa is crying cause she's so happy, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world finally pulling that kitten out.
We named him Dash.
Moral of the story:
1997 Honda del Sol: $9500
New HVAC control (part of the crack we heard): $200
New dashboard (the other part of the crack): $225
Pulling out a live, healthy kitten after thinking he was dead for about 20 minutes: PRICELESS.
*sigh* good night tonight. I'm so happy Dash is ok.
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....so what is the dash messed up?...or did is it fine?...if so damn you did a great job...+1
Originally Posted by LiL PaKi
i posted that thread attn:***** ...fucker never responded.. he never responded to my PM either...
