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Fluffy Love

My husband had a cat with his ex that had extremely long hair. After the breakup, the cat stayed with her in Hawaii while he moved back to the mainland. He lived a long, happy live in paradise, but my husband missed him terribly. When we decided our recently adopted kitten needed a playmate, I went to the shelter with the intention to take home the cat or kitten with the longest hair. There was a cage with five of the cutest, fluffiest, most adorable and most adoptable kittens I'd ever seen. They were all playful and climbing around their little wire box, but the one with the longest hair had a "hold" placed on her and I was told that I couldn't adopt her unless the hold expired without the person who placed it coming back to claim her. I looked at many other cats and kittens that day, but that one little playful, pretty kitten was by far the fluffiest, and I had my heart set on her. I had almost decided to try to adopt one of her siblings who was long-haired but slightly less fluffy when a worker came in to tell me that they had called the person who had placed the hold on the kitten and asked if they would be able to meet the 24-hour deadline to come up with the $50 adoption fee and the potential adopter agreed to release the hold if I could pay the fee that day. So our beautiful little Mimi girl got to come home and meet her daddy who was overjoyed to have a super fluffy little girl as part of the family. We have a family tradition that all of our animals pick their own names based on the noises they make. Our male kitten's name was "Murr" based on his chirpy meow, our dog is "Bart" based on his hound dog bellow, and "Mimi" picked her name from her short, shy, little mews. She fit right into the household and the two energetic little kittens grew up as each other's playmates.

Jeffersonville, IN

My Little Monster

My Story is about My Cat Monster.

In 2011 two weeks before Christmas I found and took Home my Kitten Monster. She was 4 weeks old at the time of her adoption by us and it was quiet obvious she had been one of the many dumped Kittens we have had our farm and the second to be adopted into our Home.

Monster or Moni adapted well into her new environment and quickly became friends with out Dog Roscoe and out Two other Cats. Cimeron a Cornish Rex and Spook the cat we had found caught inside one of our humane Possum Traps.

Moni was a typical kitten after finally getting used to our home, keeping me awake at night biting my toes and playing with my face. However as she grew up she became my best friend. And on November 1st 2012 she gave birth to Four kittens, two girls now called Mika and Ivy who live in their own home with My sister. And Two boys One named Rooster and One Named JoJo Both living with family Friends.

In April of this year (2014)I was feeling Rundown and Moni knew it she slept in my bed under my arm ever night. I drank more water than I'd ever drank before, I was Tired and irritable and after a week of my mother pestering me I finally tested my Blood glucose and finding it High was taken to the hospital I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. And Moni is better than any Medical Alert Dog I could possibly Have. When I'm low or High in My Blood sugars she wakes me up by pawing at my face until I get up and test.

So That's My Story about My Baby, My Best Friend, My Medical Alert Cat......My Moni.

Anna Roguski
Stratford, New Zealand

My baby girl !!

We picked up Hannah in Calgary from Little Mutts Rescue about three years after we got Kenner. She was still wearing her medic collar because of her belly stitches. She was quite ragged looking. She fell in love with my husband immediately. We believe she belonged to a back yard breeder. Hannah was over five years of age and just getting spayed now. She was so different from Kenner right from the start. She knew he was here first and stood aside, which made him feel like a king. She always came when called and liked to play with toys and with you in general. Just a little angel. Then one day she decided enough was enough and the fight was on. She will not share my husband and Kenner was dethroned. Every once in awhile there will be a fight but no actual contact with teeth. The noise is enough to scare a person to death. Outside is different. Hannah likes to get Kenner to run so a chase can begin. He is about two inches taller than her and wins every time. She will actually grab his tail when he goes by. You would think he would pass her further away but then again, it is Kenner. These are our fur babies and we both love them to bits. Now that i think about it, the title should be "His baby girl"

Bev French
Lousana, AB, Canada

My baby boy !!

When Kenner first arrived he really wasn't that interested in people. We picked him up in Calgary at a foster home. She didn't have him very long and only knew that he came to Canada from Louisiana. He was about a year old, very hyper and almost untrainable. It took 3 years for him to become my baby boy. Now if I have a knitting project I need to make sure that it is put away at least an hour before bedtime. Otherwise he sits on my husband's lap staring at me sulking. He may act bad the next day too. Of course once outside, he really has to concentrate to figure out who you are. Goes into "couldn't care less" mode. But he is smart and both dogs will come when I blow the whistle. I always wanted a smaller dog that I could cuddle with. Careful what you wish for. I love them both to bits.

Lousana, AB, Canada

A sister for Sassy

Realizing I hadn't looked at the shelter web site here, and wanting to adopt a senior dog as companion to my 11 y/o Shih Tzu, I decided to check out Suncoast Humane society web site. The first face I see is an 11 y/o Shih Tzu @ the shelter, who had only had 1 owner! My 1st thought was, no 11 y/o dog should be in shelter. Her pic broke my heart, as she had severe tear and saliva staining on her face and feet. and I decided then and there, I would take Sassy and go to the shelter in the morning to adopt her. In the morning, Sassy and I went to adopt sweet girl Tanner, who we renamed Tammy. This was Sept, 2014. typing these dates, I am astounded it has only been 3 1/2 months, as it feels like she has been part of my family forever!

Venice, FL


this story has 2 parts one is the death of my beloved izzy who was a rescue black cat i was her mama cat for 16 years. while on vacation izzy became so ill she had to go to the rainbow bridge. i asked my vet to stay with her while she crossed. not only was my request honored they called me that morning took the phone to izzy so i could tell her one last time mama cat loved her.

a month after i returned home a cousin went to leave and this little dachshund skunk in paraded around as if she owned the place. i've never been fond of small dogs but there was something special about this one. 3 days of looking and i found where she had lived. was a bad situation and i now believe sweetnis was abused there. hence she will never be returned to them. i spoil sweetnis my new name for her and yep she now has up to date shots and a collar with tag.

i firmly believe izzy brought sweetnis here because she knew i would need an animal to love and the little dog needed a safe good home.

heck i can't even sleep if i don't take little chunky monkey to bed with me. i mention izzy's name sweetnis whimpers and wants me to hold her.

izzy mama cat misses you with an ache that won't go away but thank you for bringing sweetnis here. per usual you knew what i needed and did your best to take care of it. i promise you iz i'll give sweetnis the same level of love i gave you bella and suma. say hi to them for me please. bella was izzy's littermate that i only got to keep 8 years before colorectal cancer took her and suma was her dog i inherited that died of either a stroke or aneurysm.

sweetnis is my 4th fur child and will be with me until one of us dies. and i have arrangements made for sweetnis a home should i die first.

gainesville, GA

Not what we wanted: Our monsters Jinx and Minx

While expecting our first child my husband fell in love with a stray dog. Rosie was exactly what he needed after leaving his family and life in the UK 2 years ago. We already had 2 cats, but Rosie struggled with them. She never tried to hurt them but being a hound she wanted to tree them! We were living with my parents so when we purchased the house next door the cats happily stayed with them. One adored my dad and the other had bonded to their dog. While desperately missing the cats my husband suggested we adopt a kitten to train Rosie since kittens tend to be stupidly fearless. I reluctantly agreed; I really just wanted our ginger boys.

When I called our local rescue we just wanted one tame male kitten, but they were struggling to foster two small feral kittens. We adopted them sight unseen. They dropped off monsters instead, albeit tiny ones; a brother and sister that had been found under a house. They would hiss, scratch, and bite given half a chance. Flash forward 6 months they are still crazy but extremely affectionate. Neither have a polite bone in their bodies; stealing anything they can, from food to baby toys and binkies. Nothing is out of reach or safe from these two. When they want love they frequently and forcibly demand it. They follow us everywhere; you can't even take a shower without their company. They come when someone calls monsters and are best friends with Rosie. Jinx is pure silky black, large, and laid back. He’s yet to meet someone (human or animal) he doesn't like, and he adores our infant daughter. He wants to “help” with everything. Minx is affectionately called Moo for her tendency to graze; she’ll eat anything. She's a tiny torbie; very gentle and loving but feisty. She is the queen of the house.We still miss our ginger boys but they come visit and are never far away. The monsters weren't what we wanted but exactly what we needed. We're so happy they came to us.

Hines, OR

The kitten who saved me.

I had recently lost my cat to the bob cat tick disease and was heartbroken. My next door neighbors knew that I had another cat that was black and white and called me to tell me that they thought she was at their house. So I went next door and saw a cat that wasn't mine, But he was so precious so I took him. I named him Alex. He followed me everywhere and even fell asleep when I gave him a bath. I finally took him to the vet to get checked out and he tested positive for feline leukemia. I once again had my heart broken. While I had been waiting for those devastating results there was a lady that had a picnic basket. Inside the basic was a little black kitten with the cutest nose. Before I left the receptionist gave me the name and number of the lady with the kitten. I let a few days pass and I couldn't stop thinking about that kitten. So I called her up and went to her house and my little kitten was hiding in the wall. I got down on the floor and reached my hand in the wall and pulled him out. It was instant love. My broken heart had been healed. I believe that out of all the heartbreak I went through it was meant for me to be his mom. Now he is my best friend and cant wait for my husband and I to get home every day.

Murfreesboro, TN

A gift in the street

I always had many pets, since I was born. I had iguanas, dogs, cats, bunnies... So when I moved from my mother's house to my grandparents' house, it was very difficult to me to deal with the fact that I didn't have pets anymore. I was 9 years old at the time. One night I was walking back home and I saw a kitty in front of my door. She was so small! When my grandmother saw her, her heart melt too and we decided to keep her. She was so sick we thought she wouldn't survive long - even the veterinary told us the chances were slim. She was so skinny that you could see her bones perfectly through her skin, she was also too weak and young, but we did all we could anyway. And she was a brave and strong girl! She survived and became a healthy happy kitty. We were both children when I first got her. After 11 years, I got other stray cats, but she's still the one that is more attached to me. She follows me everywhere, sleeps with me and makes me smile everyday. She's 14.5 lbs now, a chubby lazy cat! I can't imagine these past years without her. There's no happiness like growing up with your best friend around! She still is and will always be my baby, the little precious gift I found in the street.

Isabela Altafim
Bauru, Brazil

Jack, the wild child

I always considered myself a 'dog-person' and knew nothing about cats, but one day I heard about a little feral kitten whos mother died. I instantly clicked and felt like I have to help this baby. The plan was that I'll raise him until he is strong enough to be given away to my boyfriends grandpa who lived in the countryside. Got all the supplies, books to learn about cats and brought the little whiny thing home. He was 4 weeks old and just hungry all the time, had to feed him in about every hour. As the days past we fell in love with him (even though he always gets himself into trouble) and decided to keep him. Over 6 months passed and he's grown up to be an energetic teenager with a huge appetite, who is very-very naughty but also funny and flattering, who'll always be loved and taken care of.

Gyöngyös, Hungary
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