Rugz and I went to the local animal shelter on Friday, to see if anyone had brought in his Nan's missing dog. While I was filling out the paperwork and Rugz was showing the staff pictures of our family's animals, specifically ones of the missing dog, a beat up car skidded to a stop and a rather cranky, young female stepped out, slightly swinging a cat carrier. Russ stepped out of the way, not quickly enough as both of us copped a glare for existing. She demanded that the staff take her cat and three kittens, that were somehow stuffed into the small carrier. The problem? They'd already locked up for the night and were doing us a favour by staying open and taking our details. The staff were firm but polite, and convinced her to bring them back in the morning, when they could process the animals more easily and get them settled in nicely. She stormed off, talking on her phone, then took off leaving a cloud of dust behind. We finished up, thanked the staff and left.
As we were driving down the road to leave, we saw the chick's car stopped in the middle of the road, which then took off at high speed, throwing up another large cloud of dust. If Rugz had been driving any faster, we'd have hit the cat carrier that she'd left directly in our path. We took the cat and kittens back to the shelter, pissed off that we'd missed the number plate thanks to the dust. The staff were understandably angry with the pet-dumper, and equally as annoyed that her number plate was obscured.
As we were driving down the road to leave, we saw the chick's car stopped in the middle of the road, which then took off at high speed, throwing up another large cloud of dust. If Rugz had been driving any faster, we'd have hit the cat carrier that she'd left directly in our path. We took the cat and kittens back to the shelter, pissed off that we'd missed the number plate thanks to the dust. The staff were understandably angry with the pet-dumper, and equally as annoyed that her number plate was obscured.
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