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Back in 2009 a friend of mine found a kitten in woods behind her house, well her pup found it actually. She had no idea where it had come from so she waited a while to see if it's mother would return however after about 4 hrs of waiting and hearing the baby cry she couldn't leave it out in the woods. With an eye dropper my friend tried all night to care for this tiny kitten whose eye's had not opened yet. The poor kitten just cried all night, not know what to do my friend bought her to work with her hoping to find someone to help.
Since i had been through this before, I went to tell her what to do. I ran to Walmart and got a bottle and baby formula for small animals. Showed her how to feed her and how to make her pee and poop since mother cats do this for their kittens. My friend was too nervous and asked me if I would take the kitten with me and raise her til she could be on her own and she would take her back. Since I already had 2 cats and a dog I agreed. About 2 wks after I took pictures to bring in to show how big the baby was getting (as seen in the photo)
When it came time for the kitten to be on her own my friend had decided she wasn't ready to take the kitten home. I knew I could easily find this cutie a forever home however she and I had formed a bond over the past 6-8 wks. She only left my side to play with my Pomeranian, Zack. I think she thought that was her big brother or something since they were the same color! I was her mommy and she hasn't left my side since!! Her name is Shelby and she will always be my baby.....I had to make a bed for her on my desk so she can sleep by me and not on my keyboard lol!
It was two weeks before I was to move back home from my college town. I had graduated and stayed in town to work for the parks department. I was at work, in 98 degree heat and baking sun, when I saw the furry black shapes rolling around the doorway to the barn as I approached on a tractor. It took a minute to realize that the shapes were tiny kittens!
Looking around, I saw two sets of fearful eyes peeking out from a hole under a pile of beams, and another kitten in full view, looking (worryingly) a little dazed. I called my boss and we left some food and water and went to check on them later. There was no sign of mama when we got back, so I returned after work and was able to walk right up to the dazed kitty and pick it up.
The kitten was dehydrated and wouldn't eat or drink, even with help. It died the next morning and we buried it behind the cemetery. I made several visits to the other two over the next couple days until one night they came running TO me instead of away, so I planned my rescue.
I put some food in my hand and reached through the carrier. It only took a split second for one to latch onto the food AND my finger hard enough to draw blood, but with more coaxing I had them both in the carrier and it was off to get a tetanus booster for me, then to the vet, who bathed them and gave them IV fluids and told me they were four weeks old and otherwise healthy.
I quickly realized they were purring MACHINES, so I named them Zonda and Carrera after exotic sportscars. Nearly three years old now, they're still my babies! Carrera is a total mama's girl and is shy, but a deadly hunter, while Zonda is chatty and has the best bond with my boyfriend, who she likes to hang out with in the garage while he works on his various cars and bikes.
In the Fall of 2012, we had hit the wall that so many who try to rescue a pet find themselves hitting. Matchmaker types not feeling things were "perfect," not getting calls back until the dogs we were interested in were gone,or not getting called back at all. A friend had a great experience with a shelter, but they were on Long Island and we were outside of Philly. I looked at their available dogs, and the second I saw the little black/tanpoint puppy in one of the pictures, I knew he was mine. The angel of a rescue foster mama had multiple litters in her house after Hurricane Sandy, going back and forth multiple times a day with no power, taking care of herself, her family, and all the furbabies. We drove up the first day we could safely get there and met at an adoption event. We had a leash and collar, complete with tags for our little D'Arby, named after a baseball player in the Phillies minor leagues at the time. We stayed a little to socialize and stretch our legs, and they handed his sister to my husband. Their mama was wild in North Carolina, so we had no idea what breeds they were, but her 6 lbs of fawn colored wrinkles and extra skin melted into my husband's arms IMMEDIATELY. Not long after, we were buying another collar and leash and on our way home with two 8 week old additions to our family, tiny enough to both fit in a cat carrier with room to spare. Half an hour into the drive, I told my husband that we needed to name her so she was our dog instead of this extra dog in the backseat that I kept thinking we HAD to turn around and return. Once Inara had her name, she was ours then and forever. They play together, run together, sleep together, and like any siblings, fight together, and we can't imagine our lives without D'Arby, the puppy we chose, and Inara, the puppy who chose us.
~The Perkins Family
My mother had passed away tragically the year before and I was in a very low place. My co-worker came into my office one morning saying she thought she heard meows from underneath her SUV. I thought she was imaging it. We went outside to prove my point that she was hearing birds not a kitten. We start looking all around her SUV and sure enough there is tiny brown tabby kitten underneath in the wheel axial. She must have rode underneath all the way from my co-workers home which was 5 miles away. She was very frightened.
I didn't know much about kittens having had only dogs previously. My co-worker went inside to find food to 'bribe' the kitten out. She comes out with crackers, to which I laughed. I was pretty sure tuna would be a better option. I had an extra tuna packet in my office. The kitten really liked that and we were finally able to grab her.
She was the most beautiful kitten I had ever seen, a brown tabby. I was trying to convince someone in the office to adopt her home, but everybody had a reason why they could not keep her. I had never had a cat and didn't think this was the time to start. I didn't know the first thing about cats, but something changed in me and by lunch I knew I was supposed to take her home.
We named her Piper. Having a kitten in the house was the best medicine to help me heal after the death of my mother. Piper brought so much laughter and joy I could never imagine life without her now. That was almost 4 years ago and everyday I thank God for bringing her into my life and saving me.
While spraying chemicals in our back yard one afternoon my dad noticed some movement behind a board he had propped against the side of the house.Upon closer inspection he found that a stray cat had just given birth near where he was spraying.Worried that we may have harmed her babies we immediately started giving her food and water to help her.
A week later we heard a little mewling noise coming from behind the board.When we went to check on the mommy and babies we noticed that mommy and three of her babies were gone, leaving one tiny little baby behind.Thinking she was planning to come back for it we waited.
She never returned.
Having never had cat's or an animal that young we were lost, it being a Sunday meant the choices for help were few.We took the little kitten, gave him a nice warm bath,warm milk with an eyedropper, tucked him into a box and went off the pet store.We bought everything the clerk recommended and began the task of slowly learning how to take care of this little ball of fur.
The internet was helpful but not promising stating that kittens that young are abandoned because they are sickly so don't count on it living long, discouraging but I kept going, learning how to teach him to poop and pee (something I never would have thought about it) feeding him every 2 hours, giving him baths with warm wash cloths and loving him so much.He flourished, the vet couldn't believe that he had survived.
I became his surrogate mommy, carrying him around in a papoose, he would ride around in an old umbrella stroller, he became more human that cat. Today he is 7 years old, nearly 20 lbs and terribly spoiled by his papa. I still walk him around like a baby on my shoulder from time to time. And he still thinks he's human.
We named him Chance because so many said that he didn't stand a chance, but he proved them wrong all he needed was someone to give him a chance to live.
In October 2011 we noticed a skinny little kitten hanging out in our backyard. We put out food and water, but unfortunately couldn't take her in because at the time we had another cat who was VERY hostile towards her. We named her Jackie, and set out some blankets on the chair outside for when it got cold. Spring rolled around and she was clearly pregnant. We gave her even more food until she disappeared in early spring. When she came back in summer, she was EXTREMELY thin, with big round "bush baby" eyes. She came back on and off throughout the summer and we kept feeding her, but we didn't think we could take in another cat. The hostile cat had since run away, and we'd adopted two kittens who were still pretty young. Slowly we started letting "Jackie" in the house; one of the kittens adored her, while the other wanted nothing to do with her. One evening the people behind us were out in their yard and we asked if she was theirs. They told us that her previous owner had foreclosed and moved away, and that her name was Toni. Toni it was! She went into heat in December (Arizona, gotta love it) and the moment we saw her sitting on the deck, surrounded by tom-cats, we knew we couldn't put her through it again. We took her in and got her fixed right after Christmas.
Now Toni has been with us for a year and a half. She's 15 pounds of pure love, and has a curious little meow that sounds like "neh, neh". She follows everyone into the bathroom and loves sitting on the sink while you shower. She adores feather toys and booping her sisters on the nose. Her most endearing characteristic is probably her "stump"; she has a short pug-tail that is probably genetic, and she wiggles it when you say her name. Her full name is "Toni de Rigatoni Isabella Spicy Meatball Mushroom Pizzeria". We're so glad Toni chose us.
I was always a self assured, strong individual. When my job forced me to relocate from Kansas to Oklahoma I was heartbroken. Leaving all my dearest and closest friends was difficult. The first two years in Oklahoma were terrible. I battled depression and found myself crying and missing my Kansas home. A friend suggested that I needed a companion. After looking up the local shelter on line, I hopped in the car and went and bought cat accessories and supplies. Then I headed for the shelter hoping to make it before closing time. When I walked in and went to the cat room my heart cried and melted at the same time. So many beautiful animals waiting for a home. But one stood out above the rest. She was tiny, with a bright white chin and shivered and shook in the back of her cage. One of the shelter employees told me that the little female tortoise shell I was looking at was not "friendly" and she just didn't warm to people well. I opened the cage and put my hand in...and to my amazement she gave me sandpaper kisses. Gingerly I reached for her and scooped her up and held her close. She purrrred and meowed and nuzzled up against my neck. I noticed that her name tag said "Nellie". I asked her if she liked Josie better and she licked the end of my nose. I told the shelter employee that maybe she didn't like the name they gave her! On that rainy, cold November day I rescued Josie and she in turn saved me. She is my true love, my fur baby, and companion. I would not trade her for all the gold at Fort Knox!!!
About 4 years ago, my boyfriend lost his dog Mcgyver. it was such a sad day. I had only know his dog for about a year an he was such and amazing dog. One night about couple months later his brother and I were walking around the block. We heard some rustling in the brush behind us. Didn't think much of it. As we turned the corner this tiny tiny little kitten meowed ran up to me and climbed to my shoulders. I knew at that moment that this was mine.
We get back to the house and feed him some tuna and water. I had to ask permission to keep him and make sure my boyfriend liked him. So unfortunately he had to stay outside one more night. I stayed out with him for a long time making sure he was okay. I went to the living room and could hear him meowing. It was breaking my heart.
Finally about 8am I woke my bf up and said we have to go outside I wanna show you something. we get outside..and he was no where to be found. I was upset for just a second when I said I don't know where he is..and here he comes from under my car, made me so happy. So we got to keep him!! Took him to vet to get checked out he was fine. About 3 weeks old but old enough to eat on his own, Got him his shots
Before we finally picked out a name for him we realized he acted a lot like Mcgyver. I totally believe in reincarnation now.
We named him Copper from The Fox and the Hound. He fetches, cuddles, and loves both of us so much as we love him so much. He's survived two moves one out of state. and we got our own place and got two more rescue pets. Bull and Lucifur they are brothers someone found outside. We just had to have them also. The three of them get along so great. I couldn't ask for a better family.
Monkey Foofoo was quite a surprise. I had put my cat to sleep after 16 years together and I was devastated. A couple of months had passed and one day my door bell rang, there was a pet box on my porch and my friend and his daughter peering from around the corner and giggling with excitement. The second I opened that box and Monkey and I made eye contact, that was it. She was adorable.
She has lifted my spirits every day since. It took some getting used to having a baby around again, but she was very patient and we worked it out together. She has brought adventure back into my life, she has brought curiosity back into my life and most of all, she has brought back that unconditional love that I had missed so much. There is nothing better than that head butt of love from your cat. Monkey just turned 1 year, she is a rather large kitten at almost 10lbs…already and it’s not fat! My friend that gave her to my jokes, that Monkey is becoming a Gorilla!
I rescued my cat Howard 10 years ago. I was reading the newspaper with my mom when I came across an add about a litter of kittens found abandoned in a barn. I was really curious and something told me to drive down there and take a look. I had been without a cat for a few years since my previous one passed. When I got to the house the family told me one cat went missing and they can't find him anywhere. They kept the kittens outside in this small fenced area by the back door. I could tell they had never had cats because they seemed so lost about the situation. I looked at the cats they had and none really called to me. I really wanted to find that other kitten, I was worried he wasn't safe. Also the summers are so hot in Vegas, he needed to be back in the shade. I was looking around and I saw a fuzzy tail poking out from under the lawn mower. I moved it and there he was, the scared fuzz ball hiding and panting. I picked him up and he started purring. I knew he was the one for me.
We have been side by side since we found each other. He has been there for me through a death, a divorce, and many other downs in my life. He means absolutely everything to me and I would do anything for him to be happy. He has two sisters who are also rescues. He is the most spoiled cat around and has a big personality. One of his best qualities is how sweet he is. He is nice to any person and any cat, he is never confrontational. I'm glad I didn't give up on my search that day. I can't imagine where I would be if I had not seen his fuzzy tail at the last moment.