When I was a half mile from picking up the Captain I hired to help sail my new 1981 S2 9.2A from Milford CT to Boston I rescued a kitten I found dragging itself across the road in traffic in the pouring rain. It was mewling piteously and about the saddest thing I ever saw. I picked her up and swathed her in a clean towel I brought for the voyage. I picked up the Captain and we dropped her at a vet. Although she was apparently heaved out the window of a vehicle onto the pavement:cussing:, she had no broken bones but did have some head injuries from an apparent face plant onto the asphalt. She is blind in her uninjured eye, but nobody can say if that is or isn't a result of the head injury. I named her Stormy and she now doing great, raising twelve kinds of hell with our other two cats. The Captain and I continued to the boat and completed the trip which was uneventful, after the rescue. 
Unfortunately the vet bills ended up costing more than the Captain, but I'd do it again in a heart beat, the poor thing. I can't believe that people can do stuff like that. If I find the guy I'd like to off to take him water skiing behind my sailboat...yes I know he'd never plane off...I'd just like to drag him for a few miles.
Unfortunately the vet bills ended up costing more than the Captain, but I'd do it again in a heart beat, the poor thing. I can't believe that people can do stuff like that. If I find the guy I'd like to off to take him water skiing behind my sailboat...yes I know he'd never plane off...I'd just like to drag him for a few miles.
