4 years or so ago I was cleaning a customers' carpet. The said customers were two sisters in their 20's ;)who lived together. The sisters had a little kitten and they told me under no circumstances to leave the patio doors open as the kitten would try to escape and the occupants of the end terrace owned a rottweiller (sp).
Well what did I do as I was unloading my gear......!! I started to clean and out of the corner of my eye I seen a damn big rotty with the kitten in its mouth trotting past the patio doors.
It was kinda bouncing like it was proud of itself (U know like the dogs in Cruffs) with the wee kitten dangling limply in its mouth
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Anyways, I ran out the doors like an idiot and kicked the dog as hard as I could in the backside. It dropped the cat and slowly turned on me bearing it's teeth (scary sight i kid u not).
I grabbed the stunned cat and ran like damn for the patio doors with the sisters screaming, my belly bouncing, the dog chasing me and the cat scratching the arm of me!! It must've looked like something from Benny Hill.
I Slammed the patio doors shut just as the dog approached and flung the kitten on the sofa.
The sisters were in hysterics and the can immediately ran upstairs.
Believe it or not i finished the job in a world of my own with the sisters thanking me in one breath and berating me in another for leaving the doors open.
Any way I called the next day and the kitten had suffered some bite marks to the neck but thankfully was on the mend though had become very nervous!!
needless to say i never heard from the sisters again.
Was kinda hoping I would've been their hero
