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My Constant Companion

My kitty of 16 years had just gone over the Rainbow Bridge about 3 weeks prior and we were in the process of moving out of state. My neighbor had a niece who had a cat that was 7 years old that she was bringing to the Humane Society because she "no longer had time for her." (tsk tsk). My neighbor asked me if I would like to have her. It was a very inconvenient time to be getting a new cat but I could not let a seven year old kitty go to the Humane Society (a black one at that) so I took her. She is now my main companion since my husband passed away 8 months ago. She is great company!

Marilyn O
Grand Rapids, MI

Help save a life

This beauty was known as Patches at our local shelter. This pic was the first time I saw her. I was just there to visit with all the fur babies. Then I saw her. So pretty and definitely playing the cute kitty card. I instantly wanted her, but she had some fees to pay, more than I had available at the time. But I fell in love with this girl. I figured if I couldn't bring her home I would at least help her find a home. So, I took pictures and posted her on Facebook, begging people to give this pretty lady a chance. She wasn't a kitten but she was only 4 years old. I visited her several times in her little jail cell over the next week or so and during this time total strangers were going to the shelter and donating money until her fees were paid.... for me! They wanted to make sure that I got her. I couldn't believe it. When I went in to see her again, and for the last time, I was told I could take her home. I was so happy.

She is now Mei Mei and Queen over my 2 other rescues.

There are still nice people out there, and most of them are animal lovers.

Melissa Nutter
Parkersburg, WV

Stella stole our hearts

Earlier this year our 9 year old Bengal Symon decided that he no longer wanted to play with our 1 year old Bengal Quincy, so I decided that we needed an energetic female close to the age of two to keep Quincy occupied. I spent days combing through many rescue websites and visited one local rescue, but was disappointed in the overall health of the cats. So, I went home and got back on Petfinder.com. That afternoon I came across the profile of Stella at the local Humane Society. She was brought in as a stray at about three months of age and had been there for a little over a year and a half. There was a video of her playing and once I saw it, I knew she was the one.

The next day my mom and I went to see her. She was adorable, but very afraid of everyone. All she wanted to do was play. She did not want to be held or touched. I told the technician our situation and she said that Stella had not really ever been exposed to many other cats. She had recently been having play time with one very easy going male cat but it had only been a couple of times, so she couldn't guarantee things would go well. As I sat watching Stella play, I just knew that she was definitely the one.

After a meet and greet with my husband and son, we brought her home a couple days later and set up a safe place for her in the family room. Within three days, Quincy and Stella bonded. Two months later, Stella and Quincy started grooming each other and they are now inseparable. She sleeps with me every night and loves to greet people and be the center of attention - things she learned from Quincy. She still does not like to be picked up, but she continues to make little changes every day. She is our princess and we all adore her.

Vanessa Donatucci
Camp Hill, PA

Our Little Tripod

This is our little Gizmo. I found him hopping around our parking lot when he was only 6-7 weeks old. Something was clearly wrong with him because he was only using one hind leg, so I spent the better part of an hour chasing him around trying to see what was wrong. When he finally gave in and laid down in some tall grass, I scooped him up and saw that his left hind paw was hanging from his leg and was swollen to double the size! We rushed him to our vet where she amputated his leg at the hip. We took him home and he has been the most grateful little love bug ever since.

He may only have 3 legs, but he still takes it upon himself to protect his family from birds and stray animals outside by snorting furiously at them in the window. Our one act of kindness has earned us his eternal gratitude and love, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

Anonymous
Vernon, CT

My Purrfect Companions

I had a cat while in college. I gave him up when I married Tom in 1971 because Tom was allergic to pet hair. Tom died in 2002. One year later I adopted Binx. I saw her on Petfinder. I took her out of her cage and put her in my lap where she sat and purred and I knew she was the one for me. However, that was the last time she sat in my lap. The shelter had named her Binx and I kept that name. She does not like to be held, but will lie next to me, allowing herself to be petted and brushed. She is a great companion. Over, the next year she gained quite a bit of weight, I decided she needed a playmate so I rescued a kitten. A different shelter had a small kitten named Hope. Hope was what I needed in more ways than one. She and Binx tolerate each other, but have never become close. In 2007, a widower came into my life. We met online. He interested me because he said he liked cats. We married in 2009. In 2012 he went to play golf and was found slumped over his golf cart. He never made it home. Once again, my cats have been there for me. I don't know what I would do without them. They have licked away tears and head butted me when I am feeling low. I am so thankful they rescued me. (The photo above is of Binx. I do not have one of Binx and Hope together.)

Anonymous
Wilmington, DE

Working For A Living

I was finishing up my last job before retiring to write books just after Christmas 2013. I walked up to the office door and there was this little, orange ball of fur. It was our coldest winter in years and the poor kitten was emaciated and its eyes frozen open. A woman was standing by the door, looking at the cat and talking on her phone. My husband had just brought me to work and I had told him to stay where he was parked as I went to look at the cat. I grabbed the kitten, looked at the woman who just stared back at me, and got him into my husband's warm pick up immediately. I told him to get him home, get him fed and get an appointment with the vet. I also told him the cat's name was Piano since the man had promised to buy me a piano in lieu of a cat two years before. I got a grimace and a promise that my will would be done.

No one liked Piano because it reeked of spousal broken promises, and my youngest son suggested Gimli, because he likes the dwarf in the Peter Jackson movies. Gimli was taken to the vet the next morning where we found out he was 4 months old, severely malnourished, had broken and healing ribs, and had a very bad case of bronchitis. Why his eyes were watering was a mystery to the vet but he was treated for a whole host of things and it was never cleared up. He's been with us ever since, grown into a fine, fat cat with watery eyes. We love him so much and he is spoiled to a ridiculous degree. But I'm so very glad I did not quit at Christmas when I had intended and stuck with New Years or I would have never found him. My best present.

Angela Richter
Hewitt, TX

Dot the Idaho kitty

My cousin and her son were taking a walk in the field when they heard a little squeaking sound. They were able to follow it to an irrigation ditch, where they found a little black kitten, no more than two weeks old, trapped and alone. They took her home and attempted to find out if any of the neighbors' cats had kittens, but had no luck. So they kept her and bottle fed her, trying to find another home for her, since they had a full grown cat and their apartment only allowed one. About a week later, I came up for a visit. As soon as Dottie saw me, she followed me everywhere. If she heard my voice and couldn't get to me, she would cry until I came and got her. We already had two cats at home in a 1000 SF condo, and were not looking for any more. But I could not leave Dottie behind. My husband reluctantly agreed, and I brought my tiny fur ball home, stopping every hour or so to check on her. My husband and I took turns bottle feeding her at night, and he fell in love with her. He now considers her his "baby", and they love to cuddle. I know she was meant to be a part of our family! I can tell she is an Idaho kitty, because whenever I peel potatoes to cook, she hangs around and begs for some. If I drop a peeling, she is on it like it is a feast! Dot is the silliest cat I have ever known, and I am so grateful I got the chance to bring her home!

Jamie
Taylorsville, UT

Handsome Will

In late October of 1995 I had just been laid off from my job and had lent my car to my sister for the day. So i walked to the post office to pick up my mail. On my way back home, when I turned into the alley, a cute little black-and-white tuxie kitten came charging toward me, meowing up a storm. I already had cat food and litter in my apartment as I had catsat my ex-husband's two cats for a few days just previously while he was on a business trip. This little kitty settled right in. He was pretty rammy, and the guy I was dating at the time named him "Willie" after an equally rammy childhood friend. Handsome Will eventually settled down and became a GREAT cat. When he had to make his last trip to the vet three years ago (had a squamous cell carcinoma in his jaw) my husband was weeping and saying, "Goddamn, I'm gonna miss you, Boss." Willie was smart and funny and infuriating. One of my daughter's first words had been "Weewee," and she certainly wasn't talking about having to go potty. When I was a young girl we had another B&W tuxie male named Fafner who was also an excellent cat. I am convinced that those male B&W tuxies are all intelligent, quirky and gregarious.

Jeanne Horn
Duluth, MN

Fur-Baby

I had plans for just a night on the town with my best friend and we'd decided to stop at McDonald's for a short meal. On the way in, I spotted this little dirty bundle of fur under a bush trying to look scary while he chowed down in a french fry. He was so small, I was sure he shouldn't even be away from his mom yet. I bought a small fry and enticed him to come to me. When I took him home, he cried on the passenger seat so I sat him on my lap. He fit right underneath the steering wheel. He was completely covered in fleas but his outlook from day one was enormous. He bounced off the bed, climbed the curtains, jumped sideways at me and snuggled down on the pillow next to my head. Today, he's my fur-baby. We've battled pneumonia, staying up with him all night waiting for the vet to call me back to make sure he kept breathing and helped me through losing my older dog Hunter by keeping me company. He snuggles in bed with me, greets me at the door when I come home with what I like to call "rattlesnake tail" and comes when I call him. I don't think I'd ever be able to live without him and I definitely think I was supposed to find him that day and he never lets me forget that he owes me a life debt.

Alyssa
Clarion, PA

Tiny was ok

We lived next door to Tiny she was a Jack Russell and she stayed out in the yard all winter. I went to feed and water her everyday. Her owner was moving and ask if I would like to have her heck yes. Tiny got her first bath and grooming the first day. She became our house dog and the best dog anyone could have. She was a older dog and she was mine for a short time. Rainbow Bridge got an angel on April 3rd 2011 and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. Love you Tiny.

natalie lewis
Port Clinton, OH
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