A friend of mine had a young cat who became ill, recently. It went to sleep one afternoon and she couldn't get it to wake up.
So, she called the vet. He told her to try several remedies, to no avail. Kitty was still in a coma. So, as a very last resort, the Vermont country vet told her to take a medicine dropper, and put just a fractional amount of gasoline (petrol) on it's tongue.
So, she went into the garden shed, got out the gas can, poured out a small amount of gas and put a drop into a medicine dropper.
Kitty's owner kneels down next to the basket where the poor wee thing is lying. She opens his mouth and puts a drop on kitty's tongue. Nothing happens.
Kitty's owner is on her mobile calling the vet back, when all of the sudden, with a mighty yowl, kitty springs up out of his basket, and starts racing madly about the room.
The owner later related to me, how she watched, open-mouthed, as her little cat basically raced about the room in circles, then, finally, it flopped over, passed out cold. "Oh, I asked, "what happened?"
Kitty's owner replied, "He ran out of gas."
