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One day my husband and I plus our room mate were talking and Mark said there is a cat in our door. I did not see this cat that was coming in our motel room until she jumped on the bed and sat down and Meowed as loud as she could. The look on her face was you are mine and you had to get use to me. She had the most beautiful eyes. They were yellow and the black in one eye had unusual shape to it. We named her Shadow Sheba Shasta Black Beauty. When mad at her we would scold her by calling her Shasta Marie. That night she slept next to me and she woke me up a few time during the night. You see I had and still have sleep apnea and when I quit breathing she would wake me up. She did that until we move in to an apartment. We found out that she was expecting kittens any day. The day we moved she had her kittens. Shasta had 5 kittens but we lost one and gave the rest away to loving homes. She was the best watch cat there was. She would hide in the shadows and you could not see her. I had her from fall of 2001 to the fall of 2007 when we split. I moving out of the state so I left her with my ex-husband. From 2001 she would go around and check every window and every door then she would check on us. She would go to my ex and make sure he was ok then she would come and lay by me until I was almost asleep and then she would jump off the bed and curl up by the bed. She died in 2009. I still miss her very much. I wish I could have another black cat but With my lungs the way they are I cannot have any pets. I miss you Shasta. You were my baby girl even though you were a momma your self.
I fell in love with cats in college. But, being in non-pet friendly apartments don't allow you to do much about it. So when it was time to graduate and move to a new city and start a new job, my fiance got me the cat I'd been dying for. I sat down in the cat room and this fluffy black fur ball jumps up on my lap and demands to be pet. She was beautiful, she was sassy, she was STINKY. I quickly realized that the foul smell was coming from some loose poo caked on the back of her fur. She was a year old and had spent the last 8 months in the shelter because she had chronic upset stomach and really, she did not smell as pretty as she looked. It was enough to almost take a second thought... until I saw her literally walking all over the aggressive tom cats in the room. She was mine.
Her name is Bellatrix, nickname "Queen B." She is every bit the sassy girl I fell in love with at the beginning. Even my fiance, who had always considered himself a "dog person," fell in love with her immediately. She has so much spirit and personality. Her favorite game is hide and seek, and when you pucker up at her, she'll head butt your lips to return your kisses. I spent the first 10 months with her cleaning poop from her backside, and often from my furniture, as I tried and tried everything I could to find food that wouldn't upset her stomach. I saw multiple vets and none had an answer for her irritable bowel. It turns out the cure for her anxiety when I left for work, along with her food allergy, were a second cat and a steady diet of fish. 2 years later and she is perfectly healthy, no longer has food allergies, and well worth the effort. I can't imagine how my life would be if I hadn't said yes to my smelly cat.
I stole the office cat. I did. The only thing I've ever stolen and I’m not sorry I did it.
One day I arrived at work to find my supervisor had brought a cat into the office. It turns out that her friend had decided that she no longer wanted the cat and was bringing him to the pound. My supervisor intervened and brought the cat to the office until she could find him a home. So arrived Ashes the cat….the declawed, grey hemingway. He was a lover. When you would arrive at the office on Monday morning he would spend the next hour bemoaning his human-less weekend and vying for attention. He would jump on your desk and because he had no claws he had no traction. Inevitably, he would slide across your desk…taking all desktop items with him. This earned him a name change and from that point forward he was Smashes the Cat. He would type on your keyboard while you typed an invoice. He would play with your shoe laces or attack your hair while you tried to file. He would sing to you during conference calls. In short, Smashes was a workplace menace and I adored him.
One December the company was going to be closed the week between Christmas and New Years, so I was asked to stop by the office during the week to care for the cat. Aside from the fact that I didn’t even want to THINK about work during the holidays, I could only image how upset Smashes would be to be left alone for that length of time. So I brought him home... and I never brought him back. My supervisor was thrilled. Of course she still teasingly accused me of theft, but she was thrilled.
This July, after 12 amazing years, I lost my sweet Smashie to renal failure. Needless to say my heart is broken and my house feels less like a home. I miss you Smishie-smash...you were the most loving friend and companion and I am a better person for having known you.
I was living in a small midtown townhouse complex hanging out on my balcony with my guy and we see another door open up and a hand tossing out a kitten. I was like huh? That's a baby kitten and it's going to end up getting hit by a car!!! Why is that person leaving a baby so unattended? I went downstairs, knocked on the door and a man opens up and says "Nope, don't want it, my daughter snuck it home, I took it back and she snuck it home again so out it goes" I then said "Nice job a$$, are you seriously that heartless?" I picked up the kitty, looked up at my boyfriend and with one glance she became mine. We named her Sophia Loren and she's every bit the diva she was named after. She chose my BF as her human and 13 years later she's been the kitty love of his life. She happily lives with our 16 year old Himalayan Persian Tao and our newest member of the kitty family Luna. The look on her face says it all :)
After my divorce I was living alone for the first time in my life. I decided a dog was too much work so I'd get a cat for company. At the shelter I had a very specific image of what I wanted. It was completely superficial, I wanted a silver tabby and a BIG one. I searched high and lo and the only ones that fit the description were in an open room. I went in to try and coax one of them out of hiding and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to a ginger and white cat sticking his nose right in my face. I petted him and turned back to the tabby. Each time I turned my back, this cat patted me on the shoulder. I left that room and walked around a bit more, when I came back to that room the ginger and white cat was sitting on the floor with both paw pads pressed against the glass wall watching me. He wasn't what I wanted my cat to look like, he was older than I wanted @ 4 years old, and he was PUSHY. I like to say that I was blessed that he was so much smarter than I was that day.
I can honestly say that I didn't rescue MowMow, he rescued me that day 6 years ago! When I have company he's the first to greet them at the door. He wakes me up every morning for work and tells me when it's our bed time every night. MowMow goes just about everywhere with me. To the farmers market, for car rides, to the pet store, and for walks around town. The minute he sees his harness and his pet stroller he's meowing at the door, ready for his next adventure!
This picture is 6 weeks post lumpectomy and he's doing GREAT!
A while back I shared with you my story of "Rags", my forever rescue cat. Well since then we have adopted another rescue kitty, "Clarabella", or as we call her, Bella, for the shorter version. She has lit up our lives in so many ways. It's had to say that there is a day goes by that she does not have me in tears laughing at her silly cute funny ways.
I have learned from losing a cherished pet not to give up on finding one that is just as endearing. Only in different ways do they touch your heart. One is no more important than the other. Just learn from loving the first and pass just that much extra for the ones to come
Mr. Titan, our little goof ball, came to us in 2011. My grandson rescued him in the parking lot near his work. Someone had driven in, stopped near to where my grandson and some co-workers were sitting, and dropped him off, then left. He couldn't have been more than 8 to 10 weeks old. When my grandson called and asked me what to do with him, I told him I didn't know. He asked about bringing him to the house so I could look at him, and make sure he wasn't hurt. He didn't want to leave him there because there was a lot of traffic and he was afraid the furbaby would get killed. After much debate, I agreed to look at him and, not to anyones surprise, I just couldn't let him go. The minute I picked him up, he had me. Such a huge personality and fight in him. I named him "Mr. Titan" because he reminded me of a little warrior. He's one of a kind and I've never seen a furbaby with the personality and vigor that he has. I have a picture of a black panther on my mantle and Mr. Titan looks so much like it. Sometimes, he'll creep up on something, just like a panther will. He certainly has my heart, and everyone else in the family.
On Nov 2010 i rescue lulo from the streets in miami Fl, i was going to AZ for Christmas to visit my brother. I decide to take lulo and pay for his ticket which was very expensive but didn't care, now I had a buddy that I was committed to take care.Next day he force me to take a walk and our first stop was Starbucks; I was tying Lulo to get in for tea; there was a kind man offering to hold lulo. At the minute that I went inside lulo start pulling out, crying, going desperate to looking for me. He was still afraid, he did not understand the only thing I feelt he did not want to be lost again. The man was surprise and I explain all the history. 2 yrs later I got married with the man and Lulo was the “Cupid of this love story”. In the mean time I had my times with lulo were I was thinking he was an aggressive dog a danger dog that can bite somebody and I was little afraid, no body can go closely to his toys or food, he did not want people to enter to the house because he start barking as hell, energetic all day,running ,hunting with no stop, sometimes driving me crazy,happy,mad,worry. but I never gave up on him. At home we were him and me. And he got very territorial and protective. It took 1 yr and a lot of LOVE to know him more and more understand his personality, his character, figure out his past and received all the love he was willing to give.
When I got married we moved to tucson it took 8 mo to build confidence in his new DAD. Now he is the king of the home they love each other so so so much that I cannot believe it. Lulo is our baby, my angel, everything in the home is about him. He is giving us to much love the sometimes I feel like floating in a cloud of love. Please rescue come with blessings.
Lil' Baby came to us in 2003. She was thrown outside by one of our neighbors. My grandson and daughter heard her crying under a car and rescued her. She was scared, dirty, cold and hungry. She wasn't even weened, and her eyes weren't fully open, so we took turns hand feeding and sleeping with her. Since I had my heart attack, in 2011, she has become quite the protector and guardian. If my oxygen concentrator or CPAP isn't working properly, she'll stand by it and cry her little heart out until I check it out. She also watches over me at night. When I stop breathing, she sits by my head and cries until I wake up. If that doesn't work she'll nibble my face and paw it. She has even gone to my daughters bedroom door, to get her up, because she couldn't wake me. Little did I know, when she first came into our lives, that she'd be such a brilliant and caring furbaby. She's the Queen of the castle and she knows it. I can't imagine life without her. We love her so much.
My daughter decided that she wanted a dog for her high school graduation present, and after searching the rescue sites, we found a small cocker mix that we went to see. However, as we walked in, we saw a beautiful Pointer mix with the sweetest brown eyes and such a hopeful expression, we knew we had to have her. We quickly realized that Sarah was a very special dog with an infinite capacity for love and patience beyond measure.
Her favorite pastime was to run the length of the yard after the frisbee. It was such a joyful sight to see, and it is a memory I will keep in my heart forever. Unfortunately, her advancing years did not allow that to continue, but she still loved to lie on the grass, enjoying a warm summer evening while our other, much younger dogs frolicked and romped around her.
She gave us twelve wonderful, loving years, but sadly, an injury to her leg became more painful than she could bear. She left us on August 8, 2014, but I know that we will all see her again one day. She left such an imprint on all our lives and in our hearts, and we will mourn her passing for a long time to come. However, I know that she will want us to move forward and give the love that we had for her to another deserving dog.