On Tuesday I was eating in the breakroom at work when one of my co-workers came in and said, "Have you seen the kitten I got out of the Coke Machine?" 
I thought she was putting me on... as if she had droped in 50 cents, pushed a button, and a kitten popped out.
As it turned out someone had heard the poor thing crying up inside the machine and she had gone out and somehow extracted it.
The little survivor was immediately nick-named Pepsi. He's about 8 weeks old, a grey tabby with four white paws, very skinny but full of mischief. She gave him a little food and water and within five minutes he was complaining about the accomodations and making unreasonable demands.
Another woman who works there ended up adopting Pepsi. He's found a good home, but I'd say the little fellow is already down to 8 lives and better be careful from here on out.
I thought she was putting me on... as if she had droped in 50 cents, pushed a button, and a kitten popped out.As it turned out someone had heard the poor thing crying up inside the machine and she had gone out and somehow extracted it.
The little survivor was immediately nick-named Pepsi. He's about 8 weeks old, a grey tabby with four white paws, very skinny but full of mischief. She gave him a little food and water and within five minutes he was complaining about the accomodations and making unreasonable demands.
Another woman who works there ended up adopting Pepsi. He's found a good home, but I'd say the little fellow is already down to 8 lives and better be careful from here on out.
