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I have lived in Phoenix for 6 years now with my daughter and my fiance' About 3 and a half years ago we were doing some work in the garage, it was unusually warm for being early may and even hotter in our garage. Suddenly, my other half hears small mewing and went to investigate. Inside a stack of tires he found 6 small newly born kittens. One had passed away but the other 5 were full of pep and very hungry. We went looking for their mother but we could not find any cats around. So we went in the house and waited a bit but as the day got warmer we became more concerned for the little ones in the very hot garage. So we made the decision so bring them inside the house and I would bottle feed them. So we had 5 small fluffballs in a box, our 1 year old female cat would clean them and cuddle them but she could not nurse so I was the milk half of our duo. Over the next few months 3 passed away from failure to thrive but in the end I ended up with Runt and Piggie. We had told our daughter of the 5 she could keep one but the rest would have to be given away but in the end how could you choose between the 2? So we kept them both and they are the most amazing cats with huge personalities. I believe everything happens for a reason and these furbabies for some reason were meant to be with us, I can't imagine my world without them in it.
Maya is my little miracle, my "silver lining." Looking back, she's the one that rescued me - not the other way around. I adopted Maya from our local SPCA. She was found on the streets downtown at just 10 weeks old. As soon as her photo was posted to the SPCA's facebook page, a friend of mine sent me the link.
I broke my hip January 2013 when I was just 22, and was on bed rest for months after. I was in a very bad place mentally, finding no point to get up in the mornings. I thought I hit an all time low, and that's where Maya came in. After a few days of convincing my parents, we came to the decision that we would bring Maya home with us. The adoption paperwork went through, and in May 2013 I had adopted my first shelter puppy.
The reason I say Maya is the one that rescued me is simply that she gave me a reason to wake up every morning, and a reason to get myself better. She had me up at the crack of dawn in the mornings, and was a big part of my rehab in getting my hip back into shape. We started walking, and as time went on we started running. In June 2013, I had to get hip surgery. Maya was still small at this time, so she was allowed to make the anxiety filled 4 hour drive and stay at the hotel with us. She helped keep me calm and she was there waiting for me when I woke up. As days went on, and we had to do the rehab process again, Maya was there by my side through it all. She was my silver lining, and to this day she helps me see the light in the darkest days. She may be a rescue dog, but to me.. that's the greatest dog there is. Giving little Maya a chance and adopting her into our family, she turned around and saved me. She is and always will be my best friend.
3 years ago we set off to a local rescue charity to find our new friend.
There were a lot of cats waiting for homes but having asked which were good with children, two were pointed out to us; a big fluffy ginger boy and a skinny, dirty, cross eyed tuxedo with an unusually large nose and dull, thin fur.
The tuxedo was sitting high up, away from all the other cats and watching my young son Jasper, purring and smiling with his eyes. He was, quite frankly, the least attractive cat there. We showed both to Jasper and allowed him to choose. It was love at first sight, they only had eyes for each other and we took the skinny, purring fella home that day.
At age 2 years, my son had only recently started talking, we told him on the way home "His name is Domino", Jasper said "Hi Chewy!" into the cat carrier, and no matter how many times we corrected him, he always called him Chewy, a word he had never heard before, a special name he had made up for his new best friend and he's been Chewy ever since.
After getting him home it was quickly discovered that he had an allergy to regular cat food, which the shelter had been unaware of. He always had diarrhoea with blood in it, which was the result of inflammatory bowel syndrome. He now eats a special cat food, consisting of 100% pure meat and as you can see, his fur has grown in, he is a good weight and is very comfortable in his forever home!
He was just 1 year old when we rescued him 3 years ago. He's the most loving, silly, cuddly cat we have ever met, inseparable from Jasper from day 1, adores all children, however sticky, loud or grabby they are, he loves them dearly. We can only guess he was abandoned so young due to his dietary issues, and while this is very sad, we feel very lucky that we have been given the opportunity to love him.
My boyfriend and I are like magnets for rescue animals. We have chosen to open up or hearts and home to helping out animals that don't have anywhere else to be. About 6 months ago we fostered a kitten. I found her a great forever home with a friend from work and on a Saturday morning and made the hour long trip. We had made plans to go to an auction afterwards and set off to spend the rest of the day doing whatever we wanted. After changing our minds about the auction we ended up by my boyfriend's parents house. A spur of the moment decision by my boyfriend we detoured even further stopping off for iced coffee at a busy gas station. As fate would have it we were almost ready to leave when he leaned on the counter knocking over a display full of menus catching the attention of a store employee. She recognized him from when he used to work at the pet store nearby. It turns out just minutes before we got there, someone had shown up and thrown a kitten out of the car right there in the parking lot. It was near very hot out and they had just put him outside. Myself and the store employee could not find him immediately and I began to worry. Moments later I looked down and in the bushes was the most beautiful Russian Blue I'd ever seen. He was about 8 months old and very calm. After taking him home without a carrier he rode all the way home on my lap and never made a sound. I initially intended to find him another home.. but too many things happened to have us find him and he fit right in. I named him Sergei.
My brother called me to tell me a friend of his had found a kitten in the street and couldn't keep it. He asked if I could take it in. I hadn't planned on getting a kitten until my older cat had passed (she had terminal cancer at the time), but I agreed to take her. When she came to me she fit in my hand and still had her blue kitten eyes. We took her to the vet to check her out and she was so starving she tried to suckle on my mom's older cat (who was not too pleased about that). We got her some cans of kitten food and fed her with a tongue depressor. She quickly grew into a feisty little girl. I named her Little Miss Trouble, and she was! She liked to attack people randomly, biting and scratching. I knew it was because she had not been properly socialized. Once my older cat passed away, I new she needed a friend to play with and so I adopted Little Miss Naughty and they became the best of friends. Six years later they still groom one another and run around the house playing together.
I was just 18 years old. My best friend (Karen) and I just got our first apartment on our own. Karen and I had both grown up with cat/dog loving parents. We also loved animals of all types. We would walk to Pet-co on Saturdays just to play with the rescues, since we did not have the money to adopt a baby for ourselves.
A few months in my new apartment my friend Amanda called me, and ask me to come over.. She brought in and showed me a sad kitten who was very sick, and injured. We did not think he would make it. She went on to tell me that his name was Alexander (which two weeks later I changed to Zeek.) He was not breathing well and looked like he had been purposely hurt. She took care of him until he was 6 weeks old. She called me a few weeks later and ask me if i wanted a kitten.
I told her I always wanted a kitten, but my lease said no. She than ask me if I would just watch him over night "just to make up my mind for sure." Well he came over in his carrier, he walked strait to me out of his carrier.. HE HAD TO BE MINE!!! He was such a funny cat he loved to love and play. No one is a stranger to this cat, despite his hard past. After buying toys every paycheck, getting his shots, and getting him fixed he is the most spoiled cat I know. He follows me everywhere. He even follows me to the bathroom and sits on the side of the tub when I am bathing. Now, years later I cannot imagine living without him. He is my everything. He saved me!
... to be loved. She was in a family where they'd always leave her outside with their other dog. They wanted to give her away and we took her. It took her weeks to let us approach her without growling and shaking like a leaf, she'd hide under the table and look at us with fear in her eyes. The vet guessed she was a year and a half old - she'd been imported from Eastern Europe and kept a trauma from that trip. Our guess is that her previous owner beat her, and that she'd had a traumatic experience with an older man because she would hide and grunt when men would come closer to her - especially my grandfathers. Now, after a few years, she has become an incredibly loving dog, always up for a walk, always asking for caresses, always playing with me and she's not afraid all the time anymore, she even accepts my grandfathers' touch now. She's overly attached to us, she's terrified of abandonment, and sometimes she gets sad for no reason, but I know she is so much better now than she'd ever have been with her previous owners ! She'll never be totally confident, but at least now, she has a family that cares.
The day that my blue princess Ivy came into my life, the 29th of January 2014 is unfortunately a day I will never forget. What was supposed to be joyous occasion turned out to be one of the hardest days in my life. At the young age of 22 I had to come to terms with the passing away of my dad just two weeks after his sixty-sixth birthday.
After his passing, the depression kicked in, to exhausted to do anything.... but every time I felt like everything was becoming to much, there she was, looking at me with that little face as if to say that everything was going to be okay. Even though I got a lot of help of my family, Ivy has a lot to do with me getting better. I made a promise to her to take care of her and that's what I did. Feeding, playing, cuddling sessions and even cleaning the litter box took my mind off of it for little while. I couldn't be more grateful to have my feline best friend by my side
Now eight months later, it's slowly starting to get better and Ivy is still faithfully by my side. Now almost a beautiful one year old Oriental Shorthair, she's loving life as one of the most spoiled little kitties on the planet.
I couldn't be more grateful to have my little sunshine in my life.
In 2009, I lost my precious tuxedo kitty, Meadow, very suddenly to a seizure when she was only 13 years old. Meadow had been present for my fifth birthday, so she was a huge part of my life growing up. She had the most adorable trill and would always come to me when I called her. I still miss her to this very day.
Meadow used to sleep in a pile of blankets under the window sill where I left my alarm clock. My morning routine was pretty solid: Alarm goes off, I stand up to hit snooze, I lean over to pet my cat, I go back to bed for 10 minutes. Rinse and repeat a few times before finally getting up for real. You can only imagine the way my heart shattered the morning after she died, when I reached down in my half-sleeping state only to find an empty pile of blankets.
I only managed for two weeks before I started looking for another cat to fill the void Meadow left behind. I believe it's fate that lead me to find Meena (pictured) a month later.
I was a regular customer at a certain sandwich shop near my home, and frequented there for lunch. As I was eating there one day, I happened to overhear an employee mention to another customer how she needed to get rid of one of her cats because she couldn't afford to keep all three. I basically rudely barged into the conversation, blurting that I was looking for a cat and that I was interested.
24 hours later, Meena was coming home with me. She is the most perfect, sweet, adorable lap kitty I could have hoped for. She isn't very bright, but at least she is mine, and I love her.
I was cat free for the first time in years, there was a cat living at my house but she wasn't mine and she made sure I knew it. It had been several months since I said good by to my Shangri-La cat (I like to name my pets after places, real or fictional) .
I went to the SPCA and only one cat caught my attention. He reminded me of my old Himalayan cat, Sahara. He was not housed with the other cats and there was a sign posted, CANNOT BE ADOPTED WITH OTHER CATS.
I was so mad at that cat who did not like me and was not mine because she prevented me from getting the cat I wanted.
They had several black cats in the cat room and I planned to return and pick one if I did not find a cat after I checked a few rescue places. I love black cats and cannot understand why they are so hard to adopt. My Shangri-la was a black cat.
The first rescue places was temporarily housing their animals at their thrift store they also operated. Some of the animals were in foster homes because they were in the process of building a new facility but they had three cats.
I asked to see the long haired one. He was not the one for me. I had large dogs and when he saw their dogs he freaked.
I asked to see the tuxedo cat. The guy picked him up and the cat hugged him. I immediately fell in love with him and took him home. Now I receive all his hugs. We bonded instantly. It took a minute for him to come around to the others in the house. Turns out he was a thief, he would come into my room snatch a stuffie and walk out not run, he was too cheeky for that
He eventually gave up his thieving ways but still is cheeky. It has been ten years and the second choice was definitely the better choice, his name is Singapore.