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My becker is the most precious to me. She was going to have a bad end, my grandma woudln't accept her at her home so she would be in the streets, (here in Mexico a life of a cat that hasn't home is go to the streets) the little black cat, was given to my family thinking it has a he, but her life changed, as soon they new her sex she was going to be thrown away; but there I was ready and I wouldnt let her out so i took her to my house.

I thought Ela, my siames, would have some problems with her but at the contrary they felt sister at time. Becker survived Ela, I really loved her but she made me feel better, i let her have her babies for the first and only time. She has three precious kittehs that i love and i thought they were many but no. I can have them for the time they want to be with me. I love my becker for giving me the love and the three things to go on for. :)

Erika Rodriguez
Cortazar, Mexico

My Little Angel

I decided to start fostering cats for my local animal shelter a few months ago and managed to foster a momma and her 7 kittens for 5 weeks without getting attached. My next foster was Angel, a special little Twisty cat (I think she has radial hypoplasia but I'm not for sure). I picked her up on September 23rd 2015. She was a small maybe 9 week old kitten with no tail and white fur, except for her pale orange ears. I brought her home with no intention of keeping her, I already had 2 cats and wasn't looking for a third.

The next couple of days I watched her play and run around like any other kitten (except she moves more like a rabbit). She slept on me a lot and every time she looked up at me with her big round eyes my heart would melt. I knew what my heart wanted but my mind was struggling. I would start to tear up every time I would think about her leaving and I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it. She was happy here, my other cats liked her and she knew she had found her forever home. I contacted the shelter on the 25th and told them I wanted her and that was that. Angel became the little Angel I didn't know I needed in my life.

I wasn't looking for another cat but she was looking for me, someone who could look past her "disability" and just see her for what she is, an adorable little kitten who needed a home. She deserves love just like any "normal" cat. Just because she is made a little different doesn't mean she can't have a great and happy life. She didn't have to be perfect to fit perfectly into my heart.

Hindman, KY

My baby girl

I had male cats as a youngster and so, I was looking for one as an adult. When at the shelter, I had seen a beautiful gray 3 month old kitten, and thought, he's beautiful, only to be told he was a girl and, spoken for. Oh, I thought, and continued on, only to hear that the adopters changed their mind because of a hernia, which is normal in kittens, and some visual impairment. How could you not want this precious little baby angel because of this? They didn't deserve her, I thought. I went home, got my apt kitty ready, and brought my love, my baby Sheashea, home the next day. Never thought I'd get a female cat, and, a Russian blue-much different than the male marmalades I had! She had been rescued from a hoarder, and within two years, went deaf and blind, though you wouldn't know it because she is just that smart! She feel the vibrations as I walk and talk and knows where I am and where everything is. She is playful, sweet and loving and I hope she is as happy with me as I am with her. I couldn't imagine her with anybody else. I take her everywhere with me. Everybody who meets her falls in love with her-forget it when we go to the vet-they can't stop petting her! I love how she sniffs the air in the warm weather when I am holding her safely in my arms. In the future, I would definitely adopt a special needs pet. I love my baby girl to the moon and back, and wouldn't give her up for anything in this world

New York, NY

Lovely Lady Aspen

Growing up I never had my own pet but i had always asked for a kitten. i have rescued sick Kittens and nursed them back & found them a good home, my number so far is 9. For awhile I was able to keep one for a few months, his name was Luke & he was all white except for 3 peach rings on his tail. I had always loved white cats, my Bio mother had one, and having Luke made me fall more in love with them. So since I was young I wanted a gorgeous white cat. The reason I never had a cat, was because we moved, A LOT. One of the move my parents stayed with a lady who had 3 cats & i lived in another city with friends. Finally after more moves , my parents and i all moved back in with the same woman, that's were i met Aspen.

Aspen is a beautiful fully white cat, with long legs, yellow eyes, but a bad attitude. As time went on i realized she was bullied by the 2 boy kitties, she would never step foot on the floor. It was sad to watch,so I just started bringing her into my room. I fell in love, she was so lovely and amazing,& shockingly smart.I found out she was brought in from outside 4 years ago... but she was way to smart and loving to have been a feral all her life.. and being in the house she was badly injured by a fish hook, one of her beautiful yellow eyes is black &shes a little blind(before i knew her)... When it came time to move i made it very clear to my mom, this was my baby & i refuse to leave her there, she'd just get bullied & hurt more.I got my first cat at 18, The lady was fine giving her to me. Aspen is a registered therapy cat & a love bug, shes a loud social butterfly & will snuggle any one available.Shes happy & very loved <3 & getting chubby :3

ventura, CA

My Big Baby Uno

I was a junior in college when my mom told me that our cat Jellybean had passed away at age 13. I was devastated. I knew I would know when it was time to look for another cat, and one day I woke up with the feeling that I needed to look at the ads in the newspaper. I drove the hour and a half home for a day trip of checking out kittens with my mom.

We have always gotten pets from friends, family, or other families whose pets have had babies - NEVER from a store. We stopped at some homes, but none of the kittens seemed right. I wanted a big baby of a boy kitty and I hoped the last place we went would have him. When we got there, they showed us two little girls, but I had called about the boy. They had gotten us mixed up with another family, so they went back inside to get him. I heard him before I saw him and I just knew he was my baby. He couldn't be put into my arms fast enough. The other family took one of the girls, and I just couldn't let the other girl stay behind alone, so she came with us, too. They became my fur-babies, and moved with me through 4 different cities.

Uno passed away suddenly 4 months ago at 9 years old from heart problems that he never showed any symptoms of and vets never caught. It is through tears that I type this. He was always by my side, slept on a pillow next to me like a person, yelled at me for attention, loved to reach up and pat my face with his furry paw, and looked at me with a love in his eyes that I know will never be replaced. A part of me went with him. It's just Tootsie, his sister, and me now…and we both miss him terribly. My apartment is much quieter without my big baby (part maine coon and 21lbs), but he taught me unconditional love…and that's priceless.

New York, NY


When I was little, my sister got a cat. His name was Cookie, because he was black and white. I suppose that's what really started my adoration for cats. When I was in 2nd grade, he ran away, and that was the end of having a pet. I begged my dad for years and years. But even I knew, the answer was always no. Until one day, when he had a change of heart. I didn't know at the time, but he, my mom, and my meemaw went to a shelter to look for "the one". When they first saw her, she was unavailable. She was going to be adopted. They left empty-handed. Then, by some miracle, the next time they came in, they learned that she was newly available again! On December 3, Meemaw told me that she had a birthday present for me, but that it was too big for her to carry. I had no clue what it would be. I remember my mom getting out the camera and me automatically smiling. I turned around, and there she was. My cat! I seriously thought it was a dream. There was no way my dad would let me have a cat. But sure enough, it was real. It didn't take long for me to decide on a name. Piper fits her personality so well. She used to be so cuddly, which I loved, but now she's not. My mom and I decided that her "love language" is quality time. She's pretty much always in the same room as me. She knows exactly when I'm having a hard time, and her purr is the most soothing sound I know. I know that we were made for each other, and I love her with all my heart!

Marcie Phipps
Parker, CO

Amazing feline Heroine

This "tail" is not a totally happy one.

A friend of ours, Nana Liz was gifted with a beauty of a feline from the local shelter. Abigail was her name & she was a sweet love of a cat. Abigail hit it off right away with Liz. They enjoyed quiet days playing, or sitting on the couch together. Approximately five months after Abigail came to live with Liz, she began alerting Liz to noises she was hearing in the walls. Liz, looked around, checking in the basement and throughout the house thinking she was going to locate a mouse that might have been freeloading for the winter. Finding nothing, Liz and Abigail went to bed. In the early morning hours Abigail frantically woke Liz & was VERY insistent that Liz wake up. The noise Abigail & Liz had heard was the beginning of an electrical fire that has since been determined to have started in an outside plug on the porch. Liz woke up to the house already filled with thick smoke but was able to feel her way to the door and make her way next-door to her daughters home. Tragically, Abigail did not survive. She woke her friend but ran to hide before Liz could grab her. This was during an extremely cold winter in New England and the condition outside was getting icy. Liz is pretty spry but navigating from her home to her daughters is slow going under normal conditions. Abigail bravely saved Liz's life and not a day goes by without one of us thanking her either silently or verbally. Liz frequently pauses at the picture of Abigail hanging on her daughter's fridge, then sighs and moves on. Liz is slowly rebuilding now but misses her Abby daily. When you read in the many pleas to adopt shelter animals, that they have a lot to offer, you never expect it could be literally life changing. Thank you Abigail, you will never be forgotten by this family. We will always be grateful for your sacrifice.

The pic is not Abigail but similar

Maureen L
Hull, MA

My kitty Dorky

One day a friend and I were walking to a park to go hang out. We started to pass this weird wire cage full of loose stones decoration type thing. As we walked by, I could hear a tiny meow coming from over by the structure. Stopping, my friend and I tried searching for where we heard the tiny meow and unfortunately couldn't find the source. We did notice a larger, feral cat desperately trying to get our attention by running up to us then back to the structure. Not being able to see what she was trying to get us to notice, we continued on our way.

I couldn't stop thinking about the faint meows we heard. My friend insisted that nothing was wrong, but I didn't believe that. So we turned around and tried looking again. This time we could hear the tiny mews more and more coming from around the structure. The other cat we saw was going absolutely crazy pawing at this thing and crying. Finally understanding what the cat was trying to tell us, we started looking into the gaps between the rocks.

After a minute or so two tiny little eyes started peering back at me. It was a baby kitten that was stuck in between the rocks and the cat was mama trying to tell us to rescue her baby!

In order to get to the kitten, we had to pry the wire apart and lift all these heavy rocks. After an hour, we finally pulled the kitten out. It was weak and extremely skinny. I wrapped the kitten up in my shirt and my friend and I headed back home. Mama kitty followed us for a while, then stopped once she knew her kitten was going to be safe.

To this day Dorky, for some reason, acts like a feral cat and only loves me. He runs from everybody and even bites the vets and has to be locked in kitty jail. But to me he's a huge lovebug and loves kisses and cuddles.

P.S. He got his name for a reason.

Kitty Allister

To Andrea, NC

Dear Andrea,

I don't know if you will see this, but I really hope you do. You definitely didn't fail Gypsy, so please don't ever feel like you did!! You gave her the most love and care anyone ever could and you did what was right for her. I agree with the friend that said that perhaps you were meant to be distracted in that moment. Gypsy knew you loved her and she knew that it was finally her time to cross the rainbow bridge, and she wanted to spare you the heartache by moving on when she did. Sometimes the world works in ways that seem strange, or that we might not understand right away, but I absolutely, truly do believe that things happened the way they did for a reason, because it was meant to be that way, and I hope you are able to find peace in that.

I just wish there was a way to make sure you receive these words, because the fact that you feel responsible or feel that you failed her in any way breaks my heart because I know it's not the case. Gypsy loved you and still does, and she is watching over you. You were her angel, and now she is yours. You did everything perfectly.

Sending love and prayers,

A friend.

Roseburg, OR

Cappuccino's road home

I had just gone through a giant move from one city to another for a job change and was looking for something to lighten up the new, bigger apartment. I pondered plants, fish, rabbit, just anything alive, but none of it seemed to fit.

Four weeks after I started the new job, someone from a different department came asking if anyone would be interested in adopting a kitten. Nagasaki here has a LOT of strays, and this kind-hearted person already had 7 he had saved over the years, so he really didn't have anymore space for this newest one he had rescued. He told us the kitten was sick and weak when he found the little guy just sitting in the street, but had since been vaccinated and litter trained.

I jumped on the chance and asked him to bring the kitten in the next day. That night I raced to the local pet shop to grab everything I'd need to welcome home a new member.

When I saw Cappu the next day, he was skinny and quite shy, but it didn't take long for him to wander out of his carrier to explore his new home. Unfortunately, the little guy came down with a fever, and a week later I found out he had worms in his tummy (which explained his lack of heft), but a few trips to the vet took care of all that.

Now it's been almost a month and every day he races around the apartment, chasing his tail, walking over me when I'm trying to sleep, meowing in protest when I take too long getting his food, and trying to eat my food after he's finished his. My life has certainly become much more lively since he came along!

Mengya Li
Nagasaki, Japan
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