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Saving Archimedes .. a truly special cat

In 1987, I lost my 17 year old cat to old age. She was the same age as me - we'd grown up together and I was devastated. 6 months later I persuaded my mum to let me have another kitten and wasted no time in contacting my local RSPCA to adopt.

About 3 weeks later they called me and said they had a kitten & I could come and see her, but that she'd been seen by 5 people already & not adopted because she was terrified.

Once I got there, I was led into a room & a cage with 6 kittens in it. I was alarmed; 5 of the kittens looked like they had Parkinson's disease - shaking and staggering. The assistant apologised profusely & said that all 6 had been found in a bag on a local recreation ground & had clearly been either hit or kicked violently & were beyond help with brain damage. They hadn't had time to humanely end their suffering but I was assured it would happen that day. It was awful.

But there, in the back of the cage was a beautiful fluffy tabby, 6 weeks old and glued to back wall. The previous 5 people had tried to coax her and pet her but she continued to cower in the back. The assistant opened the cage & I gave her the slow blink. She stared at me. Then out of nowhere, she launched herself at me onto my neck & clung on. I looked at the assistant who looked as surprised as I did. What else could I do? On the spot I just said "I'll take her!".

Although she was always a nervous cat around others, particularly men, she became absolutely mine, cuddling, never wanting to leave my side and being my 'baby' for over 2 decades. "Archimedes" passed away at the grand old age of 22.5. I was devastated & still miss her 4 years later. But I'm now pouring my love and devotion into a new rescue cat - my wonderful beautiful Luna, who makes life complete.

Muscat, Oman

Yuki, One Lucky Kitty

It was fall of 2011, when me and my then fiance (now husband) were driving home at one in the morning after seeing a movie. I was tired, and laying back in my seat, fighting to stay awake because I knew we would be home soon. Suddenly, my fiance slowed to a stop, and put the car in reverse. I didn't think I felt a thud, but I was convinced we had hit something. I sat up in my seat, looking everywhere, asking him what it was. He stopped the car and said he thought he saw something, but wasn't sure what, and it had gone right under our car. I panicked. Worst case scenario, we had nearly (or had) hit a cat!

My fiance stepped out of the car, and sure enough, began calling "Kitty, kitty." I was terrified that the cat was hit, or worse. So I sat in my seat nervously waiting for my fiance to return and give me the news. But the animal must have retreated to the overgrown weeds and foliage on the side of the road, so he came back empty handed. "Whatever it was, it's gone now." he said, putting the car back into drive. My internal cat lover kicked in right before he pressed on the gas. I jumped from the car in a panic. We can't just leave a cat in the middle of nowhere without making sure it's okay! I quickly began looking through the weeds in search.

Suddenly, without much warning, something small, white, and shaking crawled up my pants leg. I began to sob and I picked up the terrified little kitten that had clung to me. Her nose was a mess, and covered in blood. I quickly put it together. The car in front of us must have thrown her from it, in an attempt to rid themselves of her. How could some one do that? I'll never know. I promised her nothing bad would ever happen to her again, and we've had her ever since.

Hicksville, OH

love found, love lost

I found you while looking through ads for pets. I had intended on rescuing an adult cat, but it didn't turn out that way. I just found out I had cancer, and was looking for a furry companion to keep me company during the hard times. Katie and I drove almost two hours to pick you up, seemed like it took forever. When we met, I knew you had been waiting for us. It was perfect, we were instant friends i was thrilled to give you a forever home. We thought about names on the way home. I liked Emerson, short for Ralph Waldo Emerson, but as the days went by, the name didn't stick. Katie called you Kitten, and when she said the name it sounded like Kit'Ten, and you loved the name too. So that's that, thats who you were.You never wanted to be an indoor cat, so when you were a year old, I stopped fighting it and let you out. You always stayed close though. That night you didn't come in was horrible, I looked for you everywhere the next morning, called your name and expected you to come running like you always did. When that didn't happen, I knew in my heart that you weren't coming back. I cry as I write this. I did find you later, laying peacefully in our neighbors flower bed. You were only two, apparently you had an embolism that took you suddenly. You were on your way home. Not even 100 feet away from your back door. You were laid to rest in the backyard, under a tree, surrounded by wild flowers. You have a beautiful headstone we made for you, and carved your name into. It simply says Kitten. You were the love of my life, and my baby boy. You snuggled when I needed extra warmth, and loved me exactly the way I needed to be loved. I will miss you forever. Im so sorry I couldn't have been holding you when you left this world. I know ill see you again in heaven. I love you.

Alicia Spear
Clinton, MA


She walked into the shop at my husband's work hungry and pregnant. The guys took her in, hid and fed her until she gave birth. Then the call came, I was offered one of the kittens, but I knew kittens were easier to adopt, so I said I would take the momma. She has brought so much joy and comedy to us that I really couldn't imagine life without her. I don't know how she came to be, but I'm so very glad she came our way. God bless the guys in the shop for taking her in.

Ferndale, MI

Georgiana and Bella

Last August, the woman who I boarded my older cat with (he passed away 18 months prior) called and asked me to foster 2 mama cats. She was taking care of the moms and their 7 kits. When they were picked up, my girls, Georgiana (grey) and Bella (black), and their babies were living in a small, airless room that stank of old urine and feces. The rescue people said they were called by management of an apartment complex and if the cats weren’t picked up immediately they (the complex) would kill them. All 9 were skinny, filthy, hungry and scared. At the time, Georgiana and Bella were only about a year old and they weren't too keen on people.

I was supposed to foster the moms for the 2 weeks between their first shots and being spayed. But it took less than an hour to decide that I was adopting them both. Regrettably, I couldn't adopt the 7 kits. Nine cats in a one bedroom apt wouldn't have worked well. However, I do know they all went to good, safe homes.

It did take a lot of time, patience and love, but they are happy, a little chubby, my darling dears and the sweetest and most loving cats I have ever met. I hope we live long, happy lives together!

Heather Carpenter

Playing the "Cute" Card

A white cat started showing up at the house. The hubs, who is a towering pillar of jello, started feeding him. He showed up about the same time every day, so we called him "Five-O'Clock Charlie." He was unafraid of us and very affectionate, showing belly -- the works. Too cute!

Eventually, we decided to bring him inside. He was a real, un-fixed handful. We had him neutered and took him on a foster basis. I am a failed foster parent. After three weeks, he had us snagged and there's no way we could give him up. He's a complete quirk factory, so I don't know anyone else who would put up with him! LOL.

Named Pippin, as quirky a name as he is a cat, he is about 3 years old, and is our whirling dervish. He gives his older brother, who is nearly 8, a hard time, but they're good friends.

Pippin played the cute card and won himself a forever home.

Decatur, AL


This is Darth on the day my boyfriend brought him home. He's six months in the photo; practically bones and with an ear infection so bad, he couldn't stand up straight. He'd been hanging around my boyfriend's job site meowing out of his mind for attention; a stray. My boyfriend texted me asking if I wanted a cat, and my answer was "duh." He brought him home and he was the most affectionate stray I'd ever met. He was a bit hesitant at first and some signs made me believe he had been abused and left as a kitten, but to this day, he's the most loving cat. I'm so happy that my boyfriend brought him home, I don't know how long he would have survived. He's a healthy 2 year old kitty now, playful and rambunctious and we just love him to pieces.

West Bend, WI

I Am That Someone

In mid-December 2013 I saw a photo of him. He was small, frail, and just skin and bones. The summary that accompanied the photo said he was 15 years old and owner surrendered. He looked so afraid, so disoriented, so alone. Many people were typing positive comments of good wishes and prayers. I was going to join in and as I typed out how I hoped someone adopted this poor senior, the saying "I always thought someone should do something about that. Then I realized I was someone." crossed my thoughts. I was HIS someone. I jotted down his shelter ID number and drove to the Animal Services. I'll never forget his brown eyes when I walked up to his kennel. He was so scared he wouldn't even walk so the volunteer had to pick him up. He was unresponsive to my interaction but I knew it was because he couldn't figure out why he was there. The volunteer shared the facts: he was old, owner relinquished, had dental issues, had hair loss, and was emaciated. He was on his 3rd to last day before being considered for euthanasia because he was owner surrendered. I could tell in her voice she was concerned because he wasn't responding or interacting with me. She didn't know I'd already made up my mind when I saw his brown eyes - there was a connection. I was going to be his someone. He wasn't going to afraid at the end of his life; he wasn't going to be alone. During the past eight months Maddon has gone from an emaciated dog (body score: 1) who could not control his bladder (he had to wear diapers for the first month) to a full bodied, happy, diaper-less dog who literally does a heel click when he's taking the single step down to the living room. It's his happy dance! He makes me smile every day. I love him. I share this story with you to remind you that while you can't be that someone all of the time, you can be that someone at some point.

Shirley W
Apollo Beach, FL

Lucky Loo

One cold, stormy day in March 2009, my dog came in the house and dropped a little black ball of fur at my dad's feet. My dad brought it to me and asked me what it was....I turned it over in my hand, saw it was a kitten and told him to get me a towel. I had seen rescues before and knew that I needed to stimulate him and warm him up. He was so cold, I didn't think he was alive, so I rubbed until I heard the smallest meow. My dad went in search of more, the dog took him to find 2 more that had already expired. We took the kitten to the vet, who told us our wee friend was about 36 - 72 hours old and probably wouldn't survive without his mother. He told us what we could do if we wanted to try, so I brought this tiny thing home and became his mother. I chose the name Lucky, because he was lucky to have been found and brought inside. He probably wouldn't have lived much longer. I had to feed him every 2 hours, and make him go potty. I kept him swaddled like a baby at night and he slept in my shirt next to my heart. Fast forward to now, it is 2014 and the little kitty that shouldn't be with us is happy, healthy and very loved. He still loves sleeping on my chest. He is the apple of my eye. His best friend is a Pitbull named Romeo.

Kathryn Nettles
New Iberia, LA

Moments Away

June of 2005, my husband received orders to Washington state. We were stationed in Hawaii at the time and upon our move back to the mainland I found out I was pregnant with our first child. We came to Arizona for a few weeks to visit family before making the move to WA. While in AZ we decided to adopt a kitten. While at the shelter, I noticed a very sick kitten, sneezing blood clots. I alerted one of the shelter workers. I was saddened by the response I got, which was they were overloaded and lacked the staff to provide medical treatment for the animals with advanced upper respiratory infections and would just take this kitten in the back to be destroyed that day. After signing a waiver assuming all medical responsibility, that little sick kitten came home with us. Many days and nights were spent force feeding with a syringe every hour and medication 3xs per day. My vet gave him a 50/50 chance to recover. 9 years later, Hemi is a happy healthy kitty. Hemi cuddled my belly when I was pregnant with my son, and once born, I would catch him sneaking in his crib to snuggle with him in the middle of the night. Hemi has lived in WA, TN, and back to AZ in the past 9years and has remained attached to my son as if they were brothers. He makes his rounds around the house, popping in everyone's room to say hello and get in a few cuddles each morning and night. Always at the door to greet us, and always has a spot on the couch with the family on movie nights. A sense of appreciation along with love can always be seen in his eyes, and every night my two boys cuddle in bed...9 years of a brotherly bond. To think that he was moments away from being destroyed, I could not imagine our family without him. Hemi is a permanent family member and will always have a happy forever home with this family.

Melissa H.
Waddell, AZ
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