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Our Chewie!

My little Chewie. 3 1/2 years ago my Golden Retriever, Loki, decided to bring me a present. Instead of a dead bird it was a very tiny kitten, her eyes weren't even open yet. At first I did not know what he had in his mouth, I thought it was maybe a possum or a raccoon baby, but when he finally dropped it in the mulch, I say it was a baby kitten. I picked her up, checked her out to make sure he hadn't hurt her. No puncture wounds, just dirty with a lot of fleas. I had to bottle feed her and help her go potty. Loki thought she was his baby and would alert us whenever she started to cry. To this day we do not know if he stole her or rescued her but she is part of the family now. We love our Chewie.

Kitty Kelleher
Tampa, FL

The Wanderer

After Thanksgiving of 2012 a stray cat started sleeping on our porch. We didn't bother her until we realized she had taken residence on the porch, so we set out some food and water for her. It turned out she was very friendly, and we were worried she might be pregnant. At first "Homeless Kitty" as we called her was just left to sleep outside, but as it got colder and she got plumper I began to fear she'd try and give birth outside. I convinced my parents to let me house the cat in my closet, who promptly curled up against my leg and fell asleep. In a few days, I let her out, where she liked to stay near me and get affection when she wasn't asleep.

We took her to a local shelter to look for a microchip after being unable to find an owner, and we could not find one. The lady helping us gave her a quick look over -- it turned out she was about 7, declawed, spayed, and certainly an indoor kitty thrown outside and abandoned by her previous owners.

Deoradhán, which means 'Wanderer' in Celtic, now lives with me in my room fulltime, where her favorite activities are sleeping on her back, sleeping against my computer fan, making me lift her into my loft bed to sleep there, and occasionally run around the house like a spazz. Deo's not perfect, but I wouldn't give up my noisy, short, round, funny little stray for the life of me.

Rowan Dunning
Sherwood, OR

The Puppy Who Waited

I had been searching the pound's website for weeks, looking for a dog who struck my heart. I knew that my husband thought we had enough dogs, but something inside me would not let up about getting a rescue. In a month's time, I had found 3 dogs who really interested me, but by the time I got to the pound, they had all been adopted. Then I saw her.

She was a chihuahua/rat terrier mix and she had a puppy with her. My husband and I already have 3 full blooded rat terriers, so I immediately knew I wanted her. There was one problem standing in my way though. We were leaving for a cruise in two days, and I knew that bringing a new dog into our home and then leaving her for a week was not an option.

Once back from our cruise, I immediately went to the website to find that her puppy had been adopted, but she had not. I couldn't believe that she had "waited" 9 days for me to adopt her. Without telling my family, I raced to the pound the next day, brought her home, and Riley has been one of the best dogs we have ever had. Loving and knowing that she was saved, she shows her appreciation every day with kisses and snuggles. I am so glad she "waited" for me.

Pearl River, LA

When Princess passed away I didn't think I would ever be the same.

My beautiful kitty Princess was my entire world. My family and I went to the animal shelter one day where there were hundreds of cats but one of them looked up at me with big gorgeous eyes, our eyes locked and I knew this little kitten had picked me to be her lucky human. More than 13 years later my perfect little girl became ill and even though she was getting better, she was never the same. I thought maybe if I fostered a small kitten, Princess would get some energy and spark back. She always had the most amazing personality and spirit but lately all she did was sleep and look down. The shelter found three baby kittens whom their poor mother was run over and I immediately took them in. My Princess began looking a little more like herself, she even developed a special bond with one of the kittens. Then on St. Patricks day my beautiful Princes passed away in my arms and surrounded by her family who absolutely loved her. I thought I would never ever be the same again. Princess had been with me through the best times and worst times. She never left my side and ALWAYS knew when I needed her the most. She had brought us so much joy and love,I didn't think I would ever recover. Then one day I was in my room crying, the kittens jumped unto my bed and laid down around me. One of the kittens, the one that Princess had the special relationship with, looked at me like Princess had the first day I met her. She put her small paw on my arm and fell asleep on me. I knew it was a sign from Princess like telling that everything was going to be all right and that it was okay to move one. I became a foster failure and adopted the three motherless kittens now named Thorin, Tiny, and Kira. I will forever miss a part of my heart which belonged to Princess but these kittens truly brought me back to life.

Ana Rusch
Miami, FL

Left in a Feral Colony

Rescue cats have been part of my life for the past 20 years. In my mind, there is no other type of cat (or dog). So when my granddaughter began asking for a pet, we immediately went to websites of the local shelters. From the moment we saw Tubby Detto's face, we knew he was our guy. Things happened and it was several weeks before we could actually make our move to adopt. When we returned to the website, he was gone. My heart dropped. But something said to call. He had been shown as being in foster care, so perhaps he was still available. We called, were given a phone number, and the rest is history.

Tubby had been living in foster care for seven years after being rescued from a feral colony. He had been abandoned in the colony at just three weeks old. His foster mom was involved with the Milton Project (trap, neuter and return) and found him amid the ferals. She took him home, bottle fed him and would keep Tubby for the next seven years while looking for a good home. (And yes, she IS an angel!) She had converted a storage building into a cathouse complete with doggy doors to get into the enclosed area of the backyard. There was TV for background sound and multiple cat-condos to lay on or play in.

A little shy at first, but we knew he was to be our cat. Tubby has been with us for two years now and will be 9 years old next week. We are so grateful to have him as part of our family even when he circles and pushes to gain control of the pillow and get a good snuggle position.

Savannah, GA

My Buddy

It all started at 4:45 am. I was seeing my husband off to work when i heard a little mew from the parking lot below me. There stood alittle black cat wanting to catch my attention. I went in and brought out a dish of food and water to which he enjoyed as long as i stood still. Soon another cat joined in on the food. He'd eat and drink the dish empty and come in to nap if it was cold or wet. He didn't care much our tuxie Po, so i nicknamed this guy Garfield. He seemed to fit the characteristics of my favorite cartoon cat. I, at the time, thought the 2 belonged to others in the complex. When we adopted our, then, 5 yr old tortie female Tiger i learned they had been abandoned by their owners when they moved out. We continued to care for them for about a year. Soon just Garfield had run of the complex. He had several of us caring for him and the maintenance guys loved him. One day, my husband came home to tell me he noticed Garfield had two open wounds on his back. We were able to get him into our apartment and to the vet. The wounds were from a cat bite, it turned out. They gave him a shot of antibiotics and a rabies shot and he became family. Two months after taking him in, we bought our first home together. He is a mommy's boy. Following me around the house and napping in my spot on the sofa. It's been about a year and half since he joined our family. Since then we have added our fourth, a 2 year old grey and white tabby girl named Fidget. While he and his shoulda been twin sister Fidget don't always see eye to eye, i wouldn't change how we came to add my buddy to the family.

Kim Phillips
spartanburg, SC


We lost our boy, Trooper, a few years ago. Our hearts were broken especially my husnand's. He rescued Trooper and they were best buds forever. We both decided that we would wait a about year before we think about getting another dog. Well, we found that we missed have a family dog. One night we were looking an Akita rescue site and saw a dog that looked similar to Trooper. We couldn't get him out of our minds. The problem was he was in Palm Springs and we were in Denver. My parents and in-laws live in the Phoenix area so when were visiting, we decided to make the trip to Palm Springs. My in-laws made the journey with us and we were so excited to visit the Akita rescue. When we got there, the dog that we wanted to see wanted nothing do do with us.

Just as we were ready to give up, we spotted another Akita being walked. She was beautiful, white with a dark masked face. We asked about her and they told us that she was rescued about an hour before she was to be euthanized and she was one of their favorite dogs. They used Tania to help socialize the rescues. When they brought her over to us, we knew we found our dog. She was giving us kisses and wanted us to play. It's been 2 years with Tania and she has kept us on our toes. So glad she picked us to be her parents.

Denver, CO

My Rescue Story.

I had just turned seven years old two weeks before I found Whiskers. I had walked to my friend's house to see if she could come out and play, but no one was home when I knocked. I was about to leave when I spotted a small black and white head stick out of her tire swing and meow at me. I had always loved cats, but was never able to own one because my mother was allergic to them. He was about a month old and obviously a stray. Instead of going home, I stayed in the front yard of the empty house and played with the cat for an hour. Eventually, my mother had grown worried about me, and walked down the street to see where I was. I begged her to let me take the kitten home, but she demanded that i put him back. I tried to put him on the porch, but the most amazing thing happened- he followed us home. My mother tried three times to return him to their front yard, but every time he would follow us home. She gave in said he could stay with us for the night, but in the morning he would be going to a shelter. My mother called every shelter, pound, and humane society in Michigan, but every single one told her that they were overflowing with kittens and that if she brought him to them that they would just put him down. She didn't have the heart to let them put him down, and by the time they had started accepting kittens again, the dog and myself had grown too attached to Whiskers. And, she herself had started growing fond of him since surprisingly- he was the first cat she had met that didn't make her sneeze.

I'm 16 now, and Whiskers is 9, and we don't plan on getting rid of him anytime soon.

Center Line, MI

My lovable rescue!

In may of '13 I brought home a cat from the county shelter. Since then my boyfriend had gripped every so often about having a second cat, with two dogs in our housemates side of the house...After a going to a store near the Oregon Humane Society we stopped by, to "look" at some of the dogs I had looked at online.

On our way back to the front door, we got a bit lost. And came across her, the wonder pup! One I had not seen online! As we started to walk away, she whined and barked. I was sold! I got on the floor next to the kennel and we both gave puppy eyes to my boyfriend. He's such a softy, he gave me the look of defeat, and looked at the pup with a smile. Brought our lovely Kennedy home. She had only be available for a whole day! We had volunteers chasing us out the door so they could meet her. She was captured as a stray by the county, and later transferred to OHS. The county named her, and we kept it. She was only just fixed by OHS, and clearly had a litter or two. Her age is estimated at 8-10 years old. Boxer/ Boston Terrier. She sat shot gun on the way home. My boyfriend was "forced" to sit in the back...

She has blended in with us perfectly! My first cat is reacting as I knew she would. The second cat I had brought home is slowly warming up to the dog and rubs against her. These two make it very hard to sleep at times. 2 humans, and 20lbs cat, and a bed hog of a dog, all on a queen bed, safe so say one of us usually falls out of bed once a night.

We are convinced Kennedy is younger than what they think, since she is sill so spunky! We can be gone for less than a hour, come home and Kennedy will JUMP for joy that we're back, non stop kisses for a good 10 mins.

Portland, OR

Ruka and Molly- The Unlikely Friendship

I got my cat Ruka from a friend who's cat had an unplanned litter, and for 4 years she was an only child. She was queen of the house and only had to share our affections with my reptiles, but she didn't mind them. She has never liked other cats, and wasn't a fan of most dogs, so when my boyfriend and I decided to get a puppy we prepared for the worst. We got a nice high cat tree, agreed the dog would not be allowed in the reptile room (that was Ruka's room), and said we would try to get a younger puppy so the cat wouldn't be so intimidated. Well, we found Molly and adopted her from a family who could no longer care for her. She had no toys and was on the worst, cheapest food possible. The second they let her out of the house she ran to us and covered us with kisses. She gave me kisses the whole 30 min ride home.

The only thing was that she was a shepherd/lab mix, who at 3 1/2 months old was already 40lbs. She was also a hyper, clumsy, and excited puppy who LOVED cats. Ruka was not sure at first. It took a few months of introducing them and letting Ruka run away when she needed to. Molly didn't understand why the cat didn't automatically love her and would (and still does) cry when she couldn't find her. Slowly Ruka came around, although she made sure the dog knew she was the boss, which Molly had no problem with. It started with Ruka playing with puppy, she even knew not to use her claws. Then she started coming in and sleeping on the bed at night. Finally, I woke up one morning to her rubbing on the dog's nose.

Molly is now 1 1/2 years old and they are best friends. Sometimes love takes time.

Angel Morrison
Pascoag, RI
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