Originally uploaded by Mean and Pinchy.
On Saturday, it was a half-starved mother cat and her three kittens (in surprisingly good condition, which was why she herself was so thin) found near the 18th tee on the DG course. We took them to the shelter. On Sunday, the rescue came to us in the form of an Eastern box turtle we found in the driveway when P backed the car out (again, to go to the course). He had a “3” painted in Liquid Paper on the top of his shell, so I knew he’d been used for a turtle race and that’s why he was over here on the dry side of town–there isn’t water for miles unless one of my neighbors has a pond I don’t know about. Turtles should be returned to their homes if at all possible, but I didn’t know for certain where this guy’s home was, so I went with an educated guess. The Future Criminals of America (aka the little bastards from the group home where SP works, down by the park) are forever hauling turtles out of the pond by the entrance, so I thought it likely that was his home. It’s only a short drive, so I just put him on the floor mat by my feet, figuring he’d stay in his shell until we got there. He was having none of that, though, and tried to climb under the seat, so I had to turn him over and hold him steady to keep him in his shell until we got him to a safe spot. We watched for a while to see whether he seemed comfy there, then left to go play golf. I hope no one ever catches him again.
