I picked it up to take it home and bury it in our "barn cat" graveyard. A few miles from home I looked down on the passenger side floor and the cat wasn't there. I looked behind the seat and a kitty version of Cujo, turned the truck cab into a claws out spitting screaming blender of fur, spit, and scratches.
Just enough air was passing thru the tight fitting bag to keep it deeply unconscious. When I removed the bag the hypoxia suffocation began to reverse and i had no idea. I had to stop the truck in the middle of the road with the doors open so it could get out.
Poor thing…
Hopefully that cute dog recovers soon.
That photo would make a great meme for the Democrat Party right now.
How did she get water ?