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We discovered this feral kitten at a rescue. He was dead scared of humans, and I had no experience with ferals whatsoever, but it didn't matter. I was in love with this ginger boy and he came home with me.He earned his name, Jiskefet (Frisian for Dustbin) by hoovering up his food while standing on his hind legs, before I even had a chance to put the bowl down. Food was the only thing that made him forget his fear of humans.
Within days, he developed a very severe case of cat flu. He was desperately ill, with high fever and his eyes running with yellow discharge. It was quite a challenge to give him his medication and wash out his eyes and put salve in them, but after a few days he seemed to understand we were trying to help him and he relaxed and seemed to be grateful we were treating him. It was a miracle. Within weeks, our feral chap turned into my most loyal admirer, my guardian angel, he worshipped the ground I walked on and followed me everywhere. At night, he would sleep on my bed and cuddle up to me as close as possible. He behaved like he was living in borrowed time, as if he was in a desperate hurry to give and receive love.
For well over 2 years, we were the happiest cat slaves in the world. Then, late one night, a lady found him on the curb, killed by a car. He had broken his neck, but he had not a mark on him. The only proof of the accident was his flopping head when I picked him up to carry him home. My angel had been right, he had indeed been living in borrowed time.
When I was a teenager, I had 5 cats. By the time, I turned 21 , they all had died from leukemia. Back than, I didn't know that much about diseases in cats. I was heartbroken, My mom knew it. I was scared to get another cat.
Flash forward to Oct. 8, 2000. Enter Flossy. my mom was walking Dolly ( our dog) and came across a scared and trembling kitten, nearby with no tags.
My mom saw two little girls nearby and asked for help with the kitten. . I came home fro work that afternoon and found a blue eyed kitten sitting in a cat crate in my bedroom, staring up at me meowing. I let her out and she climbed up in to my arms. My mom walked in and told me what happen.
I looked around for posts on lost kittens. I took her to our vet the next day. The vet said she had no microchip and told me she about 6 weeks old., and there was nothing wrong with her. I continued to look around for lost kitten ads . Nothing. My mom decided to name her. Flossy became my cat. My mom said she was hoping Flossy and I could help each other.
I decided to give her August 1st as her birthday , as that 6 weeks from when my mom found her .
As the months progressed, I became more attached to Flossy . I watched Flossy grow . I started healing. As Flossy's 15th birthday approached, I reflect back on the circumstances that brought Flossy and I together. My mom knew what she was doing.
Flossy became my angel. She helped me heal. Flossy got a forever home with my mom and I . God knew what he was doing that October afternoon when he pointed Flossy out to my mom. I couldn't imagine my life now without Flossy in it. Flossy and my mom showed me that I could heal. We gave each other hope. I got hope that I could heal. Flossy got hope with a forever home.
If you know me in real life you know that I am single and that I'm very dedicated to my two little dogs that have been with me since their first day on this planet. Simba and Sophie were born in my bed in a little cabin on November 11, 2003. The cabin overlooked Lake Arenal and La Fortuna and was located on the countryside of Tilaran, Guanacaste, in Costa Rica. Their mother was a little long haired chihuahua stray dog with 3 working legs and a big pregnant belly, and considered a nuisance by the owners of Hotel Tilawa where she was dumped. We took the mom in and when she gave birth to those little puppies I totally fell in love... Mama Pequena found a new home with the chef at another hotel in Tamarindo later that year but Simba and Sophie and I were inseparable.
See some snapshots from 2003-2004 : Puppytime in Costa Rica
Sophie and Simba have been with me ever since, traveling from Costa Rica to Chicago to Kauai with visits all over the USA. Todays blog is dedicated to my dogs, they are a huge part of my life and I am so grateful to see them enjoying their golden years. These images were all taken within the last month and although they are old dogs I still call our precious moments together "Puppy Time."
From my 100th blog post:
Since I was a little kid I wanted to have a dog. When I got older the timing never got right with me going to university and starting out on the job. Then I met my now wive and we discussed the issue back and forth, since we were living apart due to work and I travelled a lot for my job. But the topic came up again and again. Finally, in summer 2012, we were on our vacation dogsitting for my sister (which we still do every year). As the vacation drew to an end I was already heartbroken that we had to give the little Jack-Russel-Terror back as a we got a phonecall from friends of ours. They were on Grece at the time and found the sweetest little street puppy at a private shelter quite off the main tracks. The shelter would be closed for winter and the fate of the dogs was unknwon. So, finally, after six years of debating the pros and cons of shelter dogs, pure breds, puppies or adult dogs fate threw us a mixture of all and we took the plunge! Baileys, formerly known as Ouzo (she was from Greece after all but turned out to be female!) flew in all the way from Greece after getting her shots and certificates. 7 days after the initial call we were proud owners of a combination of many pure breeds we were not really prepared for but welcomed anyway. Since we were still on vacation we had no leash and no bed, but lots of love and food, which she junked down like she was starving for quite some time. So she learned to walk off-leash from the very begining... :-) It took quite a while for her to trust us, but patience and treats made us all one hell of a team! She is the star of every party and now proud owner of the major part of our bed (it never hurt her obedience...)! I would not trade her for anything!
The week of Thanksgiving 2012, while driving to work, we spotted something in the road. As I passed, the something moved! It was small, light-colored; we turned around and braved the traffic on the busy road by stopping. The something was a kitten, a silver and grey kitten, but badly hurt. She had blood on her tail, part of it was missing, and wounds all over her head. We took her to our vet. They told us she would probably die from shock and blood loss. We said, go ahead and try to save her anyway. Many hours and hundreds of dollars later, the kitten emerged from the vet with no tail, a coffee stirrer stuck in her head to relieve fluid build-up, and very fragile. The vet said a possum had probably dropped her on the road and then a car ran over her. She still would probably die. We were determined to give her the best care. Two days later the kitten was eating out of a dish, using the litter box, and making lots of noises. We did not know what to do, but were advised by my goddaughter who loves cats. A week later, the kitten was alert and climbing everywhere, and she rode to Alabama for the holiday with us so we could look after her properly. She is fearless, but not quite right in her head. She seemed to see things we could not, and chase things that were not visible. Rather than put the kitten up for adoption, we gifted her to my goddaughter for her birthday shortly after Thanksgiving (with her mother’s full permission). The kitten was given the name LUNA, after the character in Harry Potter – because Luna the kitty sees Nargles, too.
I was finishing breakfast at a roadside restaurant not far from home this morning when I heard the mew of a little kitten. Kitten was looking for food. The shop owner shooed her out. I went outside to catch her. Kitten cried softly. I followed slowly behind her, also calling for her to come to me. At one point, she rolled around on the pavement, but scampered off before I could grab her. She trotted over to the hair styling school next door. Kitten was so hungry that she scarfed up stale, discarded popcorn off the pavement. One of the students offered to give her popcorn although I said popcorn was not good for kitties. Another asked if she were my kitty. I said that she would be as soon as I grabbed her. Finally, I got close enough to snag kitten. She struggled and squirmed, but never bit or scratched. I got her to my car, went by home for my cat carrier, and took her to my veterinarian for evaluation and treatment.
Five months old, five pounds, she tested free of feline leukemia and FIV. She was spayed, vaccinated, treated for intestinal worm, fleas, and ticks. I pick her up tomorrow when she will join my cat household.
I named her "Bromley" after a character in last year's movie "Pride" from Great Britain. Bromley and I have many years to look forward together.
June 6, I was working as a home health aide. I was fixing breakfast for my client, Cat Lady. It was warm, and her front door was open. Suddenly, a shrill, distressed squawk was heard. Thinking it was one of her current kittens, she called out, "What's wrong, baby?", and I went to investigate and scold whomever was being too rough. Across the floor came a tiny black kitten in a weak wobble, with another close behind. Spying a bowl, the first kitten lurched to it and climbed completely in, trying to wolf down kibble with baby teeth. She growled and started fighting the second kitten as he joined her.
Cat Lady's current kittens were not black. I picked up the first one, which was wet (it had rained the night before), and you could count every rib. I put her in Cat Lady's lap. Adding the second one, I got a can of wet food and said, "They must have just walked in." Right then, another kitten walked in the open front door. I went out to search and found a fourth in a scooped-out place underneath some old junk. All were too little to be gone from their mother. No neighbors close enough. They answered to kitty, did not fight being picked up, and associated bowls with food. Dumped. No doubt by someone who knew she was a Cat Lady.
That afternoon, American Pharoah won the Belmont, and next shift, I suggested naming one kitten Pharaoh (spelling it right). She said the runt, that first one in, was unnamed, but if I named a kitten, it was mine. So Pharaoh spent three weeks with her siblings in the kitten care unit, growing, gaining weight. Then she came home with me. The name fits. From the first, she was bold, fearless with my other cats, regal, self possessed. I look forward to sharing a lifetime with this one. Of course, her three littermates are fine at Cat Lady's. We were angry at the dumper, but these four at least were taken where someone knew they would be cared for.
Pepper and Tigger began their lives 16 years ago in my neighbor’s shed. As curious kittens Pepper and Tigger came visiting searching for more human attention on my porch. That winter I put an old dog bed and blankets on the sheltered lowest shelf of my potting bench and supplemented the neighbor’s feeding. A year into our acquaintance I discovered an injured Pepper curled in the far corner of the dog bed. His face, ears and eyes were swollen, cut and bloody from bird shot.
No one was home at the neighbors, so I rushed Pepper to my vet for emergency treatment. The prognosis--Pepper would survive with proper care, but lose his eye sight. I visited Pepper at the vet daily. As his health improved his blindness became more apparent. I sang and talked to him constantly. He purred at the sound of my voice and snuggled in my lap. The neighbor refused to help and moved away before Pepper came home from the vet.
Although physically healing Pepper was inconsolable. The darkness that surrounded him was a trap and he kept looking for an escape. Propelled by smell and sound Pepper discovered the open window looking over the porch. He knew his old world full of light and sight was just beyond the window screen. Unable to find a way through or around the screen and into the world of light, Pepper cried piteously.
Suddenly Tigger appeared on the porch side of the window (we had not realized the neighbor had abandoned Tigger also) answering Pepper with worried cries of his own. I opened the front door. From the moment Tigger entered the room Pepper was content. He never again looked for a way out of his dark box. Pepper and Tigger became contented house cats who loved laps and returned our affection one-hundred fold for many years.
Foxy was a little feral who came into our yard a little over a year ago, a skinny, flea-bitten baby, about 5 months old. He wouldn't let anyone come near him, but we fed him and set up places for him to sleep. Gradually, we were able to touch him, then put flea treatment on him, and eventually adopt him. He has settled in with our other two cats, and sleeps on our bed every night. He's always going to have a little wildness in him, but now, he loves to be brushed every day, and get his share of lap time. He chose his home wisely!
From where I come, pets are an expensive commitment and not many are responsible towards them.Mistreated pets are a common sight but it's not very often that you find a pure bred at your door step. In June last year, we saw a malnourished siamese hiding in our lawn, upon coaxing he ran away. After a few more days of hide and seek I was able to win his trust a little bit just so that he come inside and eat. Out of a starved innocent face stared a pair of vivid blue listless eyes. Summers are very hot here and during the day temperature soars to 40 celsius. He finally started come around to the kitchen door for food but would bolt at the slightest of sounds which confirmed my suspicion that he was an indoor cat. He reminded me of Zoya my cat who had succumbed to cancer 5 years ago and I still grieved over her. I named him Rio and started to hang around with him just so I could win his trust. The vet said he was severely malnourished and had contracted a digestive infection which would take a long bout of medicines to cure. Hence began Rio's journey which has been heartbreaking and heart warming at the same time. Despite being only 9-10 months old he didnt know any kitty games, he was declawed and still is afraid of loud noises and voices. Today as I mark his first adopatversary, I thought to share his story as he has taught me an all new meaning of resilience and trust worthiness. He automatically knows if I am upset or down and would come and just sit with me and that alone alleviates my stress. If we could only do half of what these innocent beings do for us. Amen