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While working at the local Target store, I heard some other employees talking about a little feral kitten in the parking lot. A couple of them had wanted to keep it but were unable to catch it. I had a live trap so I offered to catch it for them. After a couple days of setting the trap, I finally got the little guy! I took him home with me and let him sit in the cage in the family room to get used to us. He was so frightened! I gave him a flea bath and took him to the vet to get him checked out and vaccinated. He was 2-3 months old and only 2 lbs 10 oz. after I got him
Cleaned up, I approached the people at work and none were willing to take him. I couldn’t just drop him at the pound, so I brought him home to stay until we found him a forever home. As he warmed up to us, his little personality came out and we realized we could not part with him. So, we named him Bullseye and 1 ½ years later, he is firmly planted here! While my cats are inside cats, I allow them to go outside for a bit with me to burn off energy. Bullseye is a hunter and loves to bring me “gifts” to express his love and appreciation. They range from birds and chipmunks to leaves and moths. Never are they ever harmed. He is so gentle. Tough, I would prefer that these gifts stay outside! He is now 14 pounds of kitty and we can't imagine life without him. What a blessing he is!
I am the mother of 4 rescue cats and it was a full house for me! But one day a rescue friend told me she had found a young longhair Siamese on the street and if she couldn't find a foster, he was going to have to go back. New Orleans is beginning to have coyote attacks and with dogfighters also stealing cats for bait, I couldn't let this baby return to the street. My friend said you could tell he was domestic once but now seemed pretty wild. So I thought maybe he could live in our house as a feral.
I brought him home and he disappeared. The other cats didn't seem to mind that he was there. Once in awhile, watching tv at night, I would see a white blur disappear out of the corner of my eye. We lived like this for about 3 months. Then one morning, I woke up and saw him sitting in a sunbeam in my bedroom. He finally felt safe to explore in the day and I watched him slink around carefully. Then another morning, I woke up, stretched in bed---and felt needles go into my feet! I swallowed a scream as I quickly realized what was happening---he was at the foot of the bed, playing with my feet! But the poor baby had such long curved nails that when he played they would cut my feet and my white sheets were speckled with blood. I didn't mind, though, because this was a huge breakthrough. I put heavy socks on to minimize the cutting and kept playing with him every morning. And 4 months after he moved in, he let me pet him!
I named him "Michonne"---you know, the girl with the samurai sword who leaves a trail of blood on THE WALKING DEAD? And he learned his name and has bonded with all of the other cats. He goes to all of them for baths and love and is now my darling. And in the world of strange things, I believe now he is half Siamese and half Maine Coon!
I work for a plumber and one spring day 2 years ago, it was POURING. I swear I heard meowing. I thought it was just one of the several "outside" cats from the subdivision behind our shop. the meowing stopped. A few hours later I heard it again, my office manager thought I was nuts! So we went outside and in some bushes out by my window there was this tiny little guy. Eyes crusted over and could barely move. We brought him in and cleaned him up and my manager made an emergency appointment at a vet and wisked it away. We found out she was a girl and I had named her Charlie, the Vet said she had probably been dumped there and was barely three weeks old she had a bad infection and ear mites. I learned my boss would stay as late as she could to feed her and take her home that first week or so to feed her at night.That started an interesting journey to bottle feedings and leaving her in a box at night. We would come in(I would get there early just to check on her) and she would be covered in poo and would have to have a bath. Every morning for about a week. Then she learned her litter box, and slowly we got her to eat from a bowl. I wonder if we were successful at raising her she "plays" rough and likes to bite (thanks to my technicians roughing her around and teaching her to play that way). but she loves to curl up in the sun, and hop on my desk, usualy on the paper im working with, for attention and pets. I call her our Psycho Shop Kitty. Wouldn't trade her for the world.
After my 20 year old Calico died, I was so bereft, I thought I would go out of my mind. So I headed over to the shelter intent on finding another calico. No luck, but, after several weeks of returning and hoping, I noticed a picture of a white cat on a bulletin board. I stared at her pretty little heart shaped pink nose and thought. Nope. Not a calico. But, as I started to leave, I turned back and asked about her. I was thoroughly warned, she really wasn't much of a friendly cat. She had been put into fostering because she couldn't socialize in the shelter setting and had actually frightened a volunteer because she seemed "wild", hissing and threatening. They hinted they worried she might be a biter. maybe not adoptable. Still, I asked to see her and she was brought to meet me for introduction. Again, I was warned she was a feisty cat and to be careful. Needless to say, she was a "pussycat", and rubbed up against me, then let me pick her up and put her on my lap as the foster mom stood there, mouth agape. I feel like Bambi approved of and chose me for adoption! She won my heart and became my queen. How else could the meeting have been so easy? It's true, Bambi is feisty in some ways. But, that's because she hates being scruffed. No problem. I don't scruff my cats. She's very tame with me and sleeps snuggled under the covers with me. Queen Bambi has been with me since 2009. Though she seldom let's anyone pick her up but me, she runs to greet and welcome any visitor to my home and socializes with them just fine.
I have a TNR colony by my house that I take care of. I spend a lot of time with the Vet who is also a close friend. I came in to his office to check on a Tom I had trapped and see how he was doing after his surgery. In the back were he keeps the post op cats and dogs was a little light brown and white cat curled in a ball sleeping. He told me that two women found him at a local Pub unconsciousness and they had no idea how long he had been laying there. Dr. Pete took him in and had over the course of a week nursed him back to health. Dr. Pete estimated he was approximately 6 mos. and all indications were that he had been kicked severely. After a week he rallied and Pete thought fine but would forever have a neurological disorder that caused him to walk with a sideways twist in his head. He said it was how he maintained his balance after the severe head trauma. Dr. Pete said that he would give the cat to anyone who would take him, free of any Vet charge.
I checked on my Tom cat and thanked Dr. Pete and said I would ask around. The next day I returned to pick up the Tom and there was the cat with the twist sitting behind the glass door where they were keeping him. I went in and sat down on the floor and he came to me, found my lap curled up and fell asleep. He looked like a little biscuit all rolled up in a ball. Well, I called my wife who came down and scooped him up and we took him home with us. Wherever I am, he always finds my lap. My wife named him Biscuit for obvious reasons and we affectionately call him "B." He has a big voice, agile, friendly and loves to play with his new brothers. Every night, he curls up between us and sleeps the night away.
On December 19, 2012, a stray cat tried to barge her way into my house. She was small and sick. I wasn’t sure that she would survive the cold days and nights outside. I had asked my boyfriend if we can bring her in. We were both allergic to cats. I had been feeding her outside since November. I would fill up a dish with hard food, and every time I did she would come out and eat the whole bowl of food. Of course my boyfriend said yes. We nursed her back to health, and she stayed with us. I can’t imagine my life without her now. She has become my little girl. She looks for me when I’m not home and calls for me. I love her very much. Her name is Lady, (which was the name that she picked), my nick-name for her is Booba Boo.
This is Tyson. My first cat ever.
It is nearly six years on a cold November night when my dog sniffed him out in a school right in front of my house. It was a rather cold evening. When we heard him meowing, my sister grabbed him, and didn't let go. He was probably three to four weeks old at the time. He was full of fleas, and missing quite a lot of body fur. It was Day of the Dead here in our country when we found him. So my sister, dog and I, took him over with us that same night to a small market, and bought some corn for us all. It so happens that he ate all of it! So, from then on, that is what he gets as a birthday gift each year. We took him over to my dad, who was reluctant at first, but fell in love with him shortly afterwards. (One could tell, I found cat food on my house the following day!)
Today he has grown to be the Alpha Cat of my house, leading other four kitties. Needless to say, he is by far the naughtiest of all five. Escaping home on several ocassions, besides ripping off house furniture and breaking just about everything else! But all that is just part of the privilege of having a kitty. After him, I've learnt to love animals even more than I did before. His brothers and him have all proved us how thankful they are for having a home and protection. Their love is endless.... and so is mine for them.
Today, I couldn't imagine my life without him or his brothers!
Venus was found in the door way of a foreclosed home with a twisty tie for a collar and taken to the shelter where she was scared and deemed food aggressive. Being active in Doberman rescue I was asked to evaluate her by a fellow Doberman lover who had a home for her. I had lost my Doberman, Athena, just a few weeks before to bloat and didn't think I was ready for another dog. When her home didn't happen, I decided that it must be meant to be and said I would adopt her. My male Doberman, Thor, loved her from the beginning and my cats thought she was cool too. I registered her with AKC as Venus, if you will for competition and I should have called her Venus, yes I will as she has won 2 titles and is working on her third and is also a certified therapy dog. I couldn't love her more.
Last October, a friend and I were painting some props in the back parking lot of our community theatre. A tiny kitten tottered out of the weeds, then another, and then a third who stumbled and fell every step or two. We put food and water down for them and they were our new best friends. We looked around and found a 4th kitten who was dead. The mother cat watched from a distance, but was clearly feral. I knew that if they stayed there, they would grow up to be part of the feral cat problem, so even though we already had 3 cats, I brought them home.
The next day we took them to the vet and found the little black and white one who fell so often has CH (cerebellar hypoplasia, essentially the cat version of cerebral palsy). She's healthy but has motor control and balance problems. We learned this is often the result of the mother having distemper. The other 2 kittens were not affected.
It was a good thing we brought them indoors, because the next week the temperature dropped to 25 below 0 for several days, and these tiny little guys, who the vet estimated at 2 - 3 weeks old, would certainly have frozen to death.
After some uncertainty, our 3 older cats have accepted the little ones for the most part. Starbuck (the blond) and Callie (the calico) are busy and active. Toaster, the CH kitty, has learned to walk, although she's got a funny gait and still falls over sometimes. She can even climb the stairs. The thing we'd like everyone to know is that CH cats are not in pain or sickly. They're healthy except for motor control problems, which can range from mild to severe. Toaster is very affectionate and purrs like a jet engine. So if you find a kitten who has trouble walking, don't assume that it is very ill or should be euthanized. Have a vet check it over ... it could be the sweetest addition to your feline family.
My neighbor at the time was moving out of her apartment. The day before she moved, she informed me that a feral neighborhood cat had given birth to some kittens on her back porch. The next day I went over to check on the kittens and mama to see how they were doing. Mama was long gone and I quickly found out that all but one of the kittens did not survive. Buried under her litter mates the only surviving kitten was crying out... Loudly! I scooped up the 1 day old kitten and rushed home with her. I showed my roommate this tiny screaming kitten and we both realized she needed nourishment asap! After a quick trip to the store for kitten milk and a bottle, we soon realized she was so tiny we had to use an eye dropper to feed her. I assured my roommate that we would be able to find a home for her when she was ready.
We took turns feeding her every few hours and made sure she was warm and safe. At first we called her Survivor. After just a few days of caring for her, we decided WE wanted to keep her and continue to care for her and love her. We changed her name to Munchkin and 15 years later she is still a blessing in our lives.