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I didn't want another cat. We'd had to rehome our last cat due to the fact our landlords started renovating and she had stress related incontinence and there was nothing we could do despite numerous vets visits.
We then got moved (building got condemed) and moved into a house.
2 weeks after we moved my friend called me from her work in tears. Her workmates cat had had kittens and there was no home for the little black 'girl'.
After much convincing of my husband, including help from my eldest daughter we went to look at the kitten.
'she' was tiny, the runt of the litter. Hubby agreed and we took the kitten home.
Fast forward a week and whilst cleaning the litter tray i found worms. We also found fleas. So cue a visit to the vets again and we got 'her' treated.
Fast forward another 2 months and one day Sooty rolled over. To show us and impressive pair.
He was a boy after all!
My boy is so loving and affectionate, he sleeps with me at night. He is the perfect play mate to my 2 year old who adores him and calls him 'My kitty!'
He sits at the kitchen window waiting for me to come home when i'm out. Black cats are not unlucky!
This is my boy Geno Meowkin (named after the Pittsburgh Penguins superstar Evgeni "Geno" Malkin). Here is the story of how he ended up with us. My dad's lady friend had her last foster child move out earlier this year so she could live with her sister. One day my dad's lady friend received a call from the former foster kid saying that she had a kitten that she saved from a neighbor who was going to take a baseball bat to Geno to kill him so that Geno would stop coming around his kids. (I assume the kids probably wanted to take in Geno but the man wouldn't have it) The foster kid knew she couldn't keep him because it wouldn't be safe for such a little kitten to be around kids under the age of 5 so my dad's friend told her she would take him in and make sure he found a home. That's where we come in! She knows we are cat people and so she started to convince my dad that he should bring him home. My dad was a little hesitant because a few years earlier we suddenly lost my first cat TaylorBear, a Garfield-like orange tabby, and my dad knew that I was still very much devastated from it.. My dad talked to my husband to see what he thought I would think and when my husband found out that Geno is an orange tabby my husband figured it would either be very good or very bad. When I was finally approached about possibly getting a kitten I was happy but hesitant. Once I met Geno I instantly fell in love with him! The funny thing is he acts so much like TaylorBear, to the point where we sometimes slip and start to call him Taylor! Its getting to the point where we wonder if God knew how much I missed Taylor so he sent a piece of him to me in Geno. Whatever the case I'm so thankful he has come into my life!
I always say that we rescued each other because it's how I really feel. Let me explain. Our family had a beloved toy poodle named Sparky for almost seventeen years. Our kids grew up with him. When Sparky died, the kids were already out on their own. It was very painful losing our furry kid and we decided we never wanted to go through that again. I was having 'empty nest syndrome' and was depressed. A couple of years passed and more and more we wanted another furry kid so we started looking at the dogs at the Animal Foundation. The very second we saw Buddy and he saw us, it was truly love at first sight on both parts. Buddy was jumping for joy and our hearts were falling in love with him. It was like Buddy knew that he was meant to be with us and he was more than happy with that. That was eight months ago and Buddy is working out perfectly living with us. We named him Buddy because he is truly "our little Buddy" and we love him very much. We say his birthday is the day we found each other because we don't know when he was born. He was a stray and that was the day eight months ago that all of our lives were truly changed for the better.
Shin and Tonnie were cats that were originally owned by a girl with a mental disability. They were raised to never use their claws to prevent harming the girl. Eventually, their owner developed an allergy to them and had to give them up. They bounced around different homes before ending up at the Cat Network in South Florida.
I met these two while at a PetSmart with my partner. She had a Coonhound named Clio, and knew that I wanted another pet. I considered a ferret, but had no experience with them. I have always had cats in my life. There were these two, beautiful, cream-colored tabbies chilling in their cage during an adoption fair. The sign listed them as 5y.o. litter mates that had been together all of their lives; because of their age and relation it was doubtful they would ever get adopted. I reached in to pet them, and they were the softest cats I have ever touched. That was all it took.
We rushed home to get the dog to introduce them to her potential knew brother and sister (girlfriend has no experience with cats). The dog did not chase the cats or anything, but the cats were nervous about her. On Monday, the Cat Network brought us Shin and Tonnie, and they are not going anywhere. Shin loves the dog (serves as her protector) and Tonnie messes with her. Tonnie sleeps with the girlfriend every night!
Shin and Tonnie have been in our lives for 4 years now, and everything is just great. He helps me write my dissertation, she suns herself in my office.
My girlfriend thanks me every night for introducing her to cats as they snuggle with us and the dog during the Holiday season. They are truly wonderful animals.
We were approached by a friend, asking if we wanted a kitten as the family in question had to move and their pet cat had just given birth. So we said yes, we were looking for a friend for our staffy anyways, and it's nice to help out.
When we recieved said kitten, we realised something, he was barely 5 weeks old and absolutely covered in fleas!! We found out that they were going to drown the kittens if they hadn't found a home and sadly never got to know the future of his brothers and sisters. Neko is our baby, and has a very severe heart murmer which means he's an inside cat. To be fair, being 5 weeks old did help him attatch him to our family, and especially to his big brother. He adores cuddling and playing with Beldin (the Staffy), and Beldin is the gentlest, sweetest boy. Never once has he used full strength, or even accidentally caused Neko harm.
We are so pleased we saved Neko from drowning, and it hurts to think others may have been drowned, or the conditions they were kept in.
We also have two degu who were taken back to Pets at home, and a tortoise who was being sold in a market. Those are also sad stories, but all have a wonderful home, all are tame, and sweet, and so very kind to each other and us. I do love our animals.
the 4 cats in the picture range in age from 2 years and 11 years old...all 4 of them are rescue. the calico in a rescue from a farm where the mother could not care for her, and the other 3 are all related and rescued from the streets of a cat colony that i feed. i love all my cats they are funny in chasing each other through the house. i still feed the feral cat colony and with the help of a neighbor all the cats have been trapped neutered and released. please rescue a pet do not buy them.
Right before we found Buddy my husband's best dog friend got out of our yard and was killed by a car, and my husband's heart was broken. Buddy was running loose between a gas station and a casino on highway 87 and we were on a day trip to my mom's. The station attendants said nobody could get close to him, but he walked up to me and put his face in my hands. He was badly underweight and afraid of men - particularly men in cowboy hats. He was too afraid to get in my truck so I picked him up and put him in, promising my husband that I would take him to the shelter when we got home.
He was so good at my mom's. Her little Chihuahua bit him on the leg and he just walked away. When we got home, he was afraid to go through any doorway, so again, I picked him up and carried him. My other dogs certainly didn't like that I had brought another male dog into the house, but Bud refused to fight with them - in fact, he'd look away every time they got aggressive. He was so sweet in spite of his fear that I just couldn't take him to the pound. I started calling him Buddy because I wasn't supposed to name him and I had to call him something.
7 years later he is still with us. My husband's heart has been healed by this amazing, goofy, sweet dog I wasn't supposed to keep. He is no longer afraid and steals the hearts of everyone who meets him. He's overcome his fear so well that now he will wrestle with my husband and his favorite place to sleep is in my husband's lap. He "zooms" in and out the doorways, plays chase with us and sleeps upside down on the furniture without a care in the world. We've never had a dog who has made us laugh like Buddy does.
So there are a bunch of stray cats out in my backyard from the previous owner. which all the females had been fixed, except for on tuxedo cat, everyone calls her two face i didn't think it fit her so i called her mama cat. she didn't trust anyone but over the months i got her to warm up to me. i made an educated guess she was around 2 years old`s, and had 4 litters total. she had at least one i knew about before i moved in. i got her to trust me, i would feed her and give her a warm safe place to sleep on my porch. then she had her 2nd litter. i went under my house to bring in the 4 kittens. i guessed they were 2 or 3 months old. they were starting to run around i could only get 2 of them. sadly to say 3 out of 4 were eaten by coyotes. i still have the other one he is my baby. then she had her 3rd and i got those ones before they could open there eyes and i brought mama inside, i raised them well had them checked for anything and found all 4 kittens a home, she escaped and i caught her before she had given birth. i kept her inside and watched her close. i helped her birth the kittens 6 out of 7 made it. sadly one was still born. i got this babies fixed and checked, and i got mama fixed. i found all the kittens homes. including mama cat. all i hope is that she is happy!!
i think this has to be my best experience rescuing an animal. i normally rescue injured or baby birds. but this was a special experience. and now i rescue stray and baby animals. and find them homes! adopted pets have the biggest hearts.
When I lost my cat Misty in October 2011, I had not been without at least one cat for many years. I could not bear coming home to an empty house, so I went to a local shelter and met a beautiful two year old kitty named Loretta. She is all white with golden eyes. She had been adopted before but returned after six months to the shelter by a family with small children, and then kept in a cage for nine months. I took her home and realized by her actions she may have been abused. I re-named her Chloe. I showed her nothing but kindness and love, and it took her some time, but she did become comfortable with me. We’re very close now, but being a young cat, she is bored when I am at work. I decided after about a year, to get her a companion – a male kitten that was rescued in Queens NY during Hurricane Sandy. I brought him home and named him Joey. He is a gray and white bundle of mischief, and Chloe is never bored any more. They play, they fight, but they co-exist and I have a little family to come home to once again. I adore my Chloe and Joey.
This is my Sparkle, a feral cat that started living under our deck & sleeping in our trees to keep away from the fox and coyotes at night. I had the grand idea to take down Christmas both outside & inside in one day. By the end of the day you can imagine just how tired my husband & I were. As we walked into our livingroom we saw this kitty on our deck. My husband was so tired he just could not think of "calico" so he just said, "Hey, look at that sparkle cat." The nights were getting into the teens & we were very concerned for her although she would not come anywhere near us. When we called the ASPA about what to do they told us we had a 50/50 chance of domesticating her. So we tricked her into the house & into a bedroom where we kept her for 3 months. We had her on a schedule of an hour, twice a day, at exactly the same time. It seemed to take forever, but eventually she would come out from under the bed & sit on the bed looking down on us sitting on the floor. It was so cute though, you'd walk in & sit on the floor & not hear a sound. Once out of the room, door closed you'd hear all this playing and tossing of all the toys we had in there for her. You could tell she was having a grand time. We had another kitty at the time. Once we were sure that she would make it as a house kitty, we blocked off half the house for her & 1/2 for Molly our other foundling. THEN, we switched halves. Molly was in Spark's half & Spark was in Molly's half. They got to know each other's smells to include their litter box. When the day came to introduce them it was like, "Eh, I've smelled you, you are not a threat." That is how we came upon Sparkle. She is such a Diva & we adore her.