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My husband and me set out on a mission to rescue an abandoned little kitten that we heard yowling behind our place. The kitten yowled for three days and we tried everything to catch him but no luck. SPCA & Animal Control refused to help. The kitten was hiding inside a closed area fence. He would come out when he feels we are gone but as soon as he sees me or my husband he goes right back into that area through a small whole in the fence. For hours in the cold we tried everything to trick him to come out; food, milk, cat meows from youtube.com but no luck. Until my rescue cat Inka came along. Well at first Inka ate the food that we had for the kitten in the trap. Then he jumped through to that closed area and the kitten ran towards him. Then Inka came out through that same whole and the kitten followed but he saw us and ran back leaving us no time to catch him. To our surprise, Inka kept going back until he finally tricked the kitten to come out completely and surrender himself to us. It was just mind blowing! My Inka who is a rescue cat just about a year and half old himself just rescued a small kitten and he totally knew what he was doing. The story does not end there. Inka is a male cat and this kitten is also a male kitten (normally not best friends in fact enemies for the most part) but Inka adopted him completely. He treats him like his own, he cleans him, he grabs him by the scruff, looks after him, plays with him, protects him, and the little kitten does exactly the same things that Inka does and he follows him everywhere. Oreo and Inka look a lot alike we believe they are related. We don’t know how these grey kittens are being abandoned near our place like that and we feel so bad for them, but we know one fact; Inka is a hero.
During the Christmas season of 2012, we lost our cat Pumpkin, due to illness. Unfortunately, the Christmas season was sad and lonely without our little girl. So after Christmas, we all wanted to rescue a cat from our local shelter and bring him\her home. We went online and looked to find a cat we could take home.
On the day we went to visit the shelter, we went into a big room full of cats, which were mostly kittens and younger cats. I looked at all of the cats, and we had to only choose one. As I looked around, I saw a black and white cat who was about a year old. What made me notice him was that he wanted our attention.
He began by playing with my younger brother's shoe-strings and he was going out of his way to get our attention. So we gave him attention and I said that I wanted him. My mom and brother agreed, and this black and white cat followed us until we reached the door. We then learned that his name is Nipper, he was in the shelter for a year, and we decided to pick Nipper.
After waiting, they approved and we took Nipper home. Now, he's going to be 2-years-old soon and he'll have his first Christmas with us.
My uncle Charlie always loved cats. When I was young he had so many. Every weekend when I visited him I'd watch him pick up strays off the street.. He'd bring them home and feed them. If they were sick he'd take them to the vet at his own out of pocket expense. I'd watch him take care of them and give them the love and attention they deserved. When ever he attended to the cats he had the biggest smile.
I always wanted a cat. For years Uncle Charlie promised, one day he'd give me a cat. Of course, my mother always said no because we already had a great big dog. Years went by and I went away to college. I didn't see my uncle much after that. When I did see him he'd always tease me that he was getting ready to find me a cat.
One night I received a call. Uncle Charlie had a heart attack. He didn't make it. The most generous man with the biggest heart I knew, and it just gave out. I slipped outside to sit on my porch that night. When I thought I was alone with my sadness it turned out that I wasn't. Two little yellowish green eyes were watching me from the wooded area. She trotted right up to me and meowed climbing into my lap.
She looked so young, small, dirty, and hungry so I fed her tuna and a bowl of water. After feeding her we sat for a long time on the porch in silence with her on my lap. After confirming no one owned her we took her to the vet and adopted her. Precious and I still have our silent moments we just sit. Just us girls. She always knows. I truly believe Uncle Charlie fulfilled his one last promise he made so many years ago.
I was homeless on the streets in and out of shelters for a big chunk of my life. cast have always been a comfort and joy in my life. I have never bought a cat since I feel that its wrong to buy your friends. I was lonely cause i had lost my male cat Obsidian a big black oriental mix while i was camping in a park. I began looking for him and when things did not look good I said a prayer and gave him back to God the father. I began looking on Craigslist for a new friend i could love and care for.
A lady on craigslit sold me a very sick kitten.. she was just skin and bones. she had fleas and was full of worms. I found this after I got on the bus the lady never told me. I had no money for the vet and my heart was sad cause I did not want my new baby to die. There is a free vet her in Seattle. When the vet looked at her he said she is in very bad shape.She might have parvo and that is rare in cats. The Vet said he did not have the tools to test for parvo since this was a clinic healed in the basement of a gospel mission. He gave me some antibiotic's and said if she has parvo this medicine will not help. The vet said she has a 50-50 chance she will see morning. I said thank you through my tears and went to a day shelter to keep her warm. The state of Wa honors companion animals so were i go she can go to. well that night i said a prayer and told her to stay strong that God will heal you .He loves cats thats why there is catnip:)
Well she made it Glory be to God! Naveena is my best friend. Smart as can be. she walks on a leash and sits pretty on my backpack. I now have a small place we can both call home.
My husband and I both decided that it was a bad idea to get a cat, even though I wanted one really badly. We didn't have very much money, weren't home very often, and our apartment doesn't allow pets. Then, one cold, wet, February night; shortly after our anniversary, he went to the store for a late night ice cream run. When he came home, he not only had ice cream, but the skinniest kitten I have ever seen! I said "Hun, I thought we decided not to get any pets?!?" It was then that the cold, wet little thing wrapped itself around my neck.
He said "He was crying his little face off behind the Redbox machine, and it's freezing outside... Could you have left him? I was reminded why I love my husband so much that night...
The kitten was very sick, but the most lovable little thing I've ever seen. My husband said that he darn near wrecked the car on the way home because the kitten was attacking him with snuggles. I sent him back to the store for a litter box and food, while I bathed the flea ridden little thing, and fed him a can of tuna and some milk. The next day we got him some antibiotics, and w/in a few weeks he wasn't coughing up anything scary anymore. He is now a robust adult kitty named Monkey Cat, and a loving big brother to our "foster fail" Sister Kitten. Best anniversary present ever.
My husband & I attended a fundraising dinner for our favorite animal rescue, the group that brought us our 2 cats, Smokey and Bandit. While at the dinner, a lady came in carrying a little kitten. She was struggling to open a cat carrier, so my husband Joe lent a hand. Instead of having him open the carrier, the volunteer, Hope, handed Joe the kitten instead. This little kitten stayed in my husband’s arms the entire evening! He truly charmed the crowd with his friendly and loving personality. He was perfectly comfortable being in a room full of people, with all kinds of noises all around him! We learned that he's a very street-smart little guy and at only 2 months old must have been used to the hustle and bustle of the city. Hope had found him on the streets of Brooklyn, very lost, and someone had cut the poor guy's whiskers off. Even after all he went through, he has the most charming personality of any cat I've ever met.
Our friends from the rescue were begging us to take him home the entire evening. Between them, and the absolute "adorableness" of this little kitten, I was torn because we just were not sure if we should be adding another cat to our home. I was also scheduled for surgery the next day - I just didn't think I was going to be able to care for him at the time. I left the dinner in tears because I did not take the kitten home that night and I just couldn't stop thinking about him. Surgery went well & my husband tells me the first thing I said when out of anesthetic was, "can we get the cat"? We called the rescue the minute we got home and 2 days later, we had him home with us! After spending a day with him by my side, his name just happened - Buddy! He's an absolute love, and a wonderful addition to our family! We're forever grateful to Hope for saving him and introducing him to our family.
As a grad student in NV, my advisor lived on a farmstead North of Reno (barn and everything). At a party, they had a ~2 week old kitten on a towel just inside their door. A cat had had a litter of kittens under the house. A dog/coyote had killed all but one, leaving the survivor covered with drool on the lawn.
My advisor wanted to leave the kitten on the lawn and "whatever killed the rest would come back for it". His wife balked, brought the kitten inside, warmed a towel in the microwave, and set the kitten in the doorway.
All the people who had brought children steered their kids AWAY from the kitten. I said I would take it, if no one else wanted it, at the end of the evening.
My office mate offered to take it to feed and use as "coyote bait" for coyote hunting. I said "give me the kitten".
I brought the kitten (a him) home to my two spayed female litter-mates. They immediately took to grooming and litter training him.
For a month I bottle fed him, and wiped his bottom to help him "go". (My brother said "A lot would have to happen to get me to 'wipe' a cat twice a day")
He was a Maine Coon mix, grew to +20 lbs, and died at 16 yrs old last year. (Didn't have a digital photo. Had to 'borrow' one. He looked like this)
In November of 2012, Ninna's Road to Rescue was brought a 5 week old long haired Chihuahua. He was not like any other puppy they had ever taken in. He was born without eyes. Ninna posted him on her Facebook page and as soon as we saw him, we knew he was ours. After carefully considering the responsibility of owning a blind dog and fostering him for two days, we sealed the deal and he was easily was named Stevie Wonder! Stevie Wonder gets around quite well, in fact we often forget he is blind. He loves going on walks by following commands like "step up" and "step down". He runs through the house, chasing our other dog, Taffy, and never misses where his food bowl is located!!! His favorite Stevie Wonder song is "Sir Duke", especially the because of the instruments at the beginning :)
I had left school due to gaining a horrible case of Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Panic Disorder that was so bad I could hardly function. When I was on medical leave, I decided it would be a good idea to volunteer at a cat shelter, so I could learn to socialize again without getting scared as well as helping cats feel more comfortable until they get adopted. The first day I went to the shelter I decided to say hello to all the cats that were hanging around in the hallway. All was normal until I unintentionally woke up another cat when I was saying hello to her. She had the softest fur I'd ever felt in my life. I noticed she was blind in one eye and had chronic rhino. I didn't know it back then, but I'd already been hooked on wanting to take care of her. Every time I would go volunteer, I'd always check on her and make sure she was okay, since I noticed other cats took advantage of how small she was. I've been told I'm always attracted to broken things so maybe that's why I felt the need to protect her. She would even follow me around the shelter while I worked. The more time I spent with her, the better I felt when I spoke to other people. It then hit me that this cat was helping me cope and heal with my disorders.
We mutually adopted each other, but ultimately she rescued me. Now Rosetta and I live a happy life together after and she makes each day more comforting and easier to handle than the last.
She's the best idea I've ever had.
The last thing I needed was another cat, but our mail carrier found a small and wounded kitten wandering the streets and called me. My initial response was to say no, but I reluctantly agreed to let her bring the kitten to me. The poor little girl had had her eye stabbed! Despite an obviously terrible wound, she snuggled up and began to purr the moment I took her from the mail carrier's hands. Already falling in love, I agreed to bring her to my vet to see what the options were. Unfortunately, there were only two: euthanasia or surgery.
About a year ago, I lost a kitten I would have done anything (and frankly spent anything) to save. When I realized that this kitten COULD be saved, I really had no other choice but to try. Luckily, she came through her surgery with flying colors. The last thing this little girl can be called is "handicapped!" Her latest trick was discovered when I left a step ladder leaning upright against a wall. I returned to the room only to find a little black cat sitting on the very tip top of the ladder calmly surveying her living room kingdom.
The last thing I had to do was find a name for her. Obviously, it had to suit her. I also wanted something to do with pirates since the poor little girl only has one eye. Lastly, and most importantly, my other cats are all named with cat-related puns and this one had to fit into that theme, too. Pirate (Purr-rate?). Barbary Coast (Barbara Cat?) Mutiny. Hmmmm... by the time I brought her home from the hospital, I had it: Her name is Mewtiny!