It was May 20, 2008, I was sitting at my desk at work when I got the call. It was my husband, Jr., he said come home now!! Naturally I asked what was going on? What is wrong? He wouldn't tell me and just said to get home. Luckily, we live about a mile from work so I was on my way and home in no time. I pull in to the driveway and see Jr standing beside a Nissan, not ours. It belonged to a customer, a nice lady named Maggie. What.....what is going on? You are freaking me out! He points to the car and I see her. She is crouching on the back dash, trying to hide behind the headrest. A tiny calico around 5 weeks old, scared to pieces.
Maggie May was found riding under the hood of a car my husband was test driving for work. My husband, a mechanic, was driving the car listening for squeaking brakes. Instead he heard what he thought was a cat meowing on the side of the road. He stopped the car and heard it again and decided to get out and look for it. Didn't see it anywhere on the road or ditch, then he popped the hood. She was hunkered down on the battery, shaking, eyes as big as sand dollars. He tried to grab her and she managed to wedge herself down into the engine. That is when he was able to get hold of her, put her inside the car, and bring her home.