There was an accident in the warehouse at work today.
We have a resident cat who had delivered her kittens in a corner about 6 weeks ago.
Today two of them had wandered off and were curled up inside a wooden pallette...it got picked up by a fork lift, and the kitties fell out. The fork lift driver didn't see then, and started stacking palletes on top of them.
By the time I got there, they had the pallettes off of them. One tortoiseshell one had lost a leg and was esviscereted. It was making the most god awful mewling sounds...I had never heard, nor do I ever want to hear anything like that again. The other, a little orange one, had split her back paw in two, but apart from that seemed to be okay. We picked them up and put them in a box, then one of the guys from the meat department took them over to the vet.
I called later this afternoon...there wasn't much hope for the disembowelled one, but the orange one was okay, considering. I blurted out that if it survived and they needed a home for it that I'd take it....D's not gonna like that. Oh well. I just felt so bad for the poor little thing...
...I'm sitting here almost in tears remembering the sight and sound of that little tortoiseshell kitty.
It was horrible. Truly awful.