My dad and brothers run an oilfield construction company--heavy, hard, dirty work. The men that work for them are pretty rough and tumble crew, no touchy feely, sensitive guys in this group. They work hard, they play hard. But underneath their rough exteriors beat gentle hearts....
Last week one of the crews was working during an extreme cold snap--things break alot at -30C! One of the men spotted something in the ditch near their worksite and went to investigate. I know this guy and frankly if I didn't, I would cross the street to avoid him. He's very rough around the edges! The little thing in the ditch turned out to be a very young grey tabby kitten. She was literally frozen into the snow. This big tough guy ran back to his truck and got a chisel and very gently freed the little one from her icy trap. She defrosted for the rest of the day in his one ton work truck.
He took her back to the shop and said he would take to the SPCA. My dad and brothers, who all proclaim to dislike cats, stopped him. The little kitten is now a shop cat! The shop is huge, well heated and there is always someone around to play with her. During the day she stays in the office part of the building, safe from the trucks ect. The reception and accounting girls take care of her. During the night she can roam more of the building. My dad is one of those people who thinks cats belong outside. He went and bought her a litter box and toys because "she can't go outside, the yard dogs might hurt her!"
I couldn't stop laughing when my sister called to tell me the story (she's one of the office girls). Does the heart good!!
