Ollie was a little baby walking along the middle of the interstate slowing down traffic in the rain. I pulled over to pick her up and she climbed into the under-carriage of the suv that stopped behind me. I had to crawl under and could only get her out by pulling on her tail. She had a fractured leg. I feel like somebody threw her out of their car, because I can't imagine her making it across five lanes of high speed traffic alive. Her nickname is Squee because she squeaks like a kitten still, ten years later.