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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.
This is Morgan Freeman :) He is our baby and he makes our life so much happier every day! Morgan Freeman was found at Animal Control by a friend of mine about two years ago. Being Pit Bull parents themselves and understanding how misunderstood the breed is they try to help find homes for these dogs! My friend sponsored his adoption and paid his adoption fees so a family could take him home. Unfortunately a few days later that family wanted to give him back to Animal Control (God knows why because he is the SWEETEST MOST LOVING boy in the World)! Instead of letting them do that, my friend drove to animal control to save him from being surrendered at midnight. She knew she couldn't take him home because they had three dogs of their own! She drove around with him all night and into the morning. Finally, she decided to take him home as a foster, until they could find a family deserving of his love. (That's where his name comes from, she said she felt like Miss Daisy with him in the front seat all night driving around in the car). After fostering him for almost a year and falling in love, they decided to keep him. Unfortunately Freeman and their other male pit did not get along well enough to keep them in the same home. Instead of giving up on Freeman they kept the dogs separated and continued to care for him and love him just the same. They set out to find Freeman the perfect home, where he would be loved, spoiled and they could visit him to see how he's doing as often as possible. After begging my husband for a dog and following Freeman's story through Facebook we decided to adopt Morgan Freeman on my birthday last year and it has been the greatest decision we ever made! He is now two years old and gained to a healthy weight. He has a third floor balcony to sunbathe on and is the only child in our lives! He is our spoiled baby!
I Have not had a cat in my life for about 15 years. In a past relationship, the other party was a cat hoarder which soured me on felines. My current husband kept getting offers for kittens and cats from friends of his. He never had a cat before and I just wasn't ready for one. I told him Honey, if I'm supposed to have a cat one will be delivered to my feet. About a week before Halloween I was walking my dog Buddy. It was the wee hours of the morning and I heard the MOST tiny little Mew mew mew! I looked down and there at my feet was the most tiny little all black kitten. He was in good shape so he probably was recently abandoned in the park. I brought him home and my husband had no idea what to do! He asked me about 5 times is it a boy or girl? I wanted to name him Chaos or Mischief but my husband named him Tom. I added the 2nd Tom so now he's TomTom. The vet checked him out and announced he was probably a month old as he had all his teeth but not the weight of a 1 month old. He was probably the runt. Well he's not a runt any more! Big sleek and all black... he's a great hunter and when the mood suits him he can be quite loving. He's a great addition to our home and I'm not sour on felines any longer!
Copper came into my life about 3 years ago while I was working at a local hotel. A chef from our restaurant came over ranting about how cruel some people can be. Of course I inquired as to what she was referring to and she went on to tell me that the kitchen staff had captured the kitty that had been making a mess outside their dumpster. They boxed up the kitty with no intention of trying to find him a home. I took my 15 minute break a little early so that I could assess the situation. I found the box with a scared, meowing kitty inside. He kept poking his little nose out of the air holes. My soon-to-be husband and I were in the midst of moving into our new home and already had a cat, so I knew he wouldn't be happy, but I brought the boxed up kitty home with me and explained the situation. I told him that we had to do the right thing and at the very least feed the kitty. We planned to bring him to the local vet the next day. With that, I hesitantly opened the box, not sure what to expect from this ferile dumpster kitty. We were both beyond belief when the kitty jumped into my arms and rubbed his dirty little nose all over my face, showing his gratitude. Our first inspection of him was depressing. He was covered from head to tail in ticks and was very skinny! I spent the next hour picking ticks out from between his little toes, off his poor little butt and out from the deepest parts of his ears. We turned on the bath and carefully lowered him into the tub. This thirsty little kitty lapped up the water as we gently cleaned the dirt off of him. After his bath, we offered him some food. He ate it up purring the entire time and after licking himself as dry as possible, jumped back into my arms for more kisses and cuddles. My arms are now his forever home.
My daughter has ADHD and to avoid putting her on medications for it, my last resort was Pet Therapy. I've heard it works for depression, PTSD, etc..
So I asked my daughter's doctor if there was a way we could get a note from her so we can try it before putting her on medications and so we're able to have a pet in our apartment complex. (No animals allowed except fish & birds.) She says yes and writes a note for our landlord. We got the okay from our landlord to go find her a kitten. I immediately start searching Craigslist & the Pennysaver online. I find that there's a lot of people looking for homes for their kittens. I decided I wanted to get a calico one for her. Nobody had any calico's nor any females for that matter. I'm about to give up when I spot this last place, I called on it and asked if they had any calico's. They said yes they do, one. I go up and get her. I was expecting an orange/black/white calico, nope. She was a tortoise shell. I fell in love with her and was sure that my daughter would too. Long story short...my daughter absolutely adored her but the Pet Therapy didn't work.
Almost a year later after having her spayed and letting her out doors, she's become my cat instead of my daughter's. I have anxiety and depression and with her around, I'm not worried or upset all the time. She knows when I've had a bad day and just want to be alone, she'll curl right up beside me and either sleep or just lay there. She's never too far from me. If she's sound asleep and I go to another room, she's immediately right behind me, half asleep and meowing just to see if I'm okay. She was supposed to be my daughter's cat but she ended up helping me instead. I love my chubby Kiki!