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Willie is Home!!

Willie was not a feral cat, he was an abandoned cat. He lived on his own in the Sierra foothills for the 1st nine years of his life, hunting and fighting off raccoons, coyotes, and the occasional mountain lion. My son was camping on a relative's property and came home with stories of this beautiful and friendly cat that needed a forever home. The next weekend he was back to the mountains and brought home Willie. Dirty and scared. He was so sure the first few days our yellow lab, River, wanted to eat him. If you know yellow labs that was about as far from the truth as possible. Willie did get to know his new family pretty fast and soon was fighting any other cat that came near his new home. Vet bills were pretty common in those days. He also cleaned up the neighborhood of mice, rats, Big Rats, and 1 lizard. Old habits were hard to break, like marking.... another story. But now 5 years later, Willie races us up the stairs at night to be first in bed, he kisses us each good night and loves as much as he's loved in return. I always remember my daughter saying, Willie is home now... his forever home.

Arlene Houston
Santa Rosa, CA

Steve

On a work retreat a few years ago, I found a cat on the grounds. He walked over begging for attention and was so sweet, though covered in dirt. I noticed he was limping a bit and that night at home, I asked my boyfriend (who I lived with) if I could bring the kitty home. He agreed and the next day I went back armed with food. I found him, fed him and after chatting with a grounds keeper that had sporadically fed the cat and happily encouraged my cat napping plan, he was curled up on my lap and slept the whole way home. We went straight to the vet because the limping was caused by a badly mangled back foot. He spent a week at the vet getting spayed and lost a toe to infection but finally I got to bring him home.

We named him Steve and found we had adopted the sweetest smartest kitty ever. He was such a snuggle bunny! We both fell madly in love with this cat and we lavished him with affection constantly.

I had also been feeding a feral kitty (named Oliver) at our house for months and since Steve was determined to be an inside/outside kitty, I was relieved to see the two get along so well. Oliver has always been terrified and would not let me close, but he and Steve were like peanut butter and jelly and would run and play and climb for hours.

Sadly, my relationship ended last year but my ex adored both cats. I did not have the heart to separate Steve and Oliver. I knew Steve would be miserable in my city apartment with no trees, and I worried he would escape and be hurt too. So he is still living comfortably at his house and I get updates on his adventures with Oliver from time to time. I miss him terribly but I am happy he has a wonderful life now with plenty of love and he will never be lonely or hungry again.

P. Watson
Brandon, MS

Kitty's Happy Ever After

My boyfriend and I had just gotten home from grocery shopping and I had gone into the bathroom when I heard the cutest meow through the window. I ran outside to find what was making it when a the prettiest little black cat appeared. She looked so innocent but scared, her cute meow saying please oh please love me!! I fell in love with her instantly looking into her big yellow orange-ish eyes! We coaxed her up to the house and gave her a can of tuna, which she at ravenously. When we opened the door she came in like she owned the place. I sat down and cuddled her in my lap and she trusted me like I had always been her owner. My heart was melting even more. She was declawed tho which meant someone had put a little bit a money into her, but her back claws looked like they had gotten ripped off and she smelt like she had rolled in something dead so she must have been miss for a while we thought. We asked around and nobody claimed her so we kept her and she became part of the family. Her name is Kitty and there is no name more perfect for her. From the beginning she was super cuddle and loving; she slept next to us that very first night, cuddling up to our necks and purring like crazy. It has been almost a year of us having her and she is the most cute, loving and spoiled cat ever! She talks to us and lets her opinion be heard, she loves to come outside with us and play in the grass (never do we have to worry about her running off, I thinks it because she truly loves us and the home we gave her) and she is always wanting to get loves and gives it right back.

Jessica
Arnold, NE

The Baby

In April 2012 we'd just adopted our fifth rescue cat, and two days later a buddy asked if we'd be interested in another kitten. He said there was a lost or abandoned tabby kitten with white paws that he'd seen in a drainage pipe in the small park beside his office. Neither he nor the office staff had seen any other cats or kittens in the area. He said he intended to trap the kitten and take it to his vet. I told him about adopting a cat a couple of days before and wasn't sure if we'd be able to take a sixth. The following day he let me know he'd extracted the kitten from her hiding place and she was at the vet. My wife and I discussed rescuing yet another cat and decided there was so little difference between five and six that we'd take her. I saw her for the first time the following day and fell immediately for her. She was tiny - fit in my cupped hands easily - and full of life. The vet said she was about four or five weeks old and other than being very hungry, having fleas and having a slight upper respiratory condition she was in good shape. He told me he needed to keep her over the weekend to ensure the sniffles cleared up and that she was ready to eat solid food, and barring any problems we could pick her up on Monday. I took a few photos of her and when my wife saw them she immediately fell in love. Over the weekend we came up with the name Chumani, which means 'dewdrop' in Sioux and bought kitten milk replacement. We picked her up on Monday and she's been enlivening our home ever since. She's now a beautiful young lady who loves to roll on bare feet and play with stringy toys. She has a little rumbly purr that turns on almost as soon as you start to give her attention. As the baby she is special and a beautiful addition to our cat clan.

Wayne
Brevard, NC

Chance

On April 9th the day before my daughter's birthday we stayed longer then usual at Beaver's when the sound of a bang made us turn to look as a car hit a white calico cat, who then ran off leaving a small grey speck on the road. Not sure what the speck was we watched as a second car just missed it. Realizing that it wasn't a rat, I ran over stopping traffic in my Scout uniform to pick up the tiniest little grey kitten. We brought the little thing home and bottle fed her, and spent two days with friends searching for the mother, and any other kittens to no avail.

With help from friends we got kitten milk and proceeded to bottle feed the two week old kitten. The reaction from our Boston Terrier Baxter and our female tabby cat Tabitha was not what we expected. Tabitha would have nothing to do with the kitten and Baxter decided the kitten was his and became her big brother. Nurturing the kitten and helping her walk. Tabitha soon came around and taught the kitten how to be a cat.

Today Tyche (Greek goddess of chance and fortune) is a year and half years old, and rules her domain with Tabitha and puts the two addition males cat and Baxter with attitude. Tyche has decided that my son who has Asperger's Syndrome is her human and she runs to him when ever he is having a hard time. The rest of us well we are at her mercy. Tyche may be considered a subtle calico with her patches of peach and grey stripes, but there there is nothing subtle about this beautiful lucky girl. Chance was with us when we saved a small grey speck on the road that day.

Rebeckah Robar
Brockville, ON, Canada

Our Ruru

My life felt empty without a dog. My husband was hesitant to bring a new dog into the house because of his childhood allergies. With our 8 month old crawling around the house, he feared the risks of dog bites. I had almost reached a point of accepting our dogless home, when my husband called from work saying that he found a wounded and hungry dog in a wooded area in freezing temperatures and no sign of people. Shocked that he considered adding a dog to our family, I loaded up the truck and met my husband.

The dog was covered in ticks, under weight, his coat was dull and thin, he had cuts and bruises from his nose to his tail, but the worst of it was a head wound that looked like a gunshot. We concluded that he was a hunting dog who had been abandoned after serving his purpose, and was no longer needed-- Unfortunately, not uncommon for the area where he was found. I brought the dog home, bathed him, picked dozens of ticks off, medicated and bandaged his wounds. But most importantly, I gave him lots of love and chicken soup. To be sure he wasn't loved by someone else, I posted an online ad. Without any responses, it began to feel like he belonged here and we decided to name him Ruger, or Ruru as my son calls him.

We've had Ruger for three years and I cannot imagine life without him. He is my son's best friend, protector and partner in crime; they wrestle, sunbathe, share toys, meals and adventures every day. He is a get-well dog when one of us is ailing, he is my watch-dog when I'm home alone, he is a pseudo-vacuum after messy meals and he is a lap warmer. Ruger is now a healthy weight, recovered from his injuries and boasts a shiny coat. Ruger loves like he has never seen hard times. He has the heart of a puppy and will be loved by all of us forever and ever. Ruger makes our family complete.

Anonymous
Fresno, CA

Kaka, my baby

I actually got my cat Kaka and his brother Ponyo in 2011 from my neighbors since their cat had given babies again . Both of them were 9 months old. However , Ponyo died due to illness after a month which was heartbreaking for both me and Kaka . Kaka sniffed around his brothers dead body and was very gloomy the whole week and I feared ,thought it might sound silly, that he might die from depression or sorrow. However , my family and I gave Kaka alot of love and in a few weeks time Kaka started playing again.

Kaka plays an important role in our lives. I lost my father at a young age and I would say my Kaka plays a very important role in my life for when I couldn't cry in front of my family , I would cry in front of him. And Kaka would just sit in my lap and put his head on my lap making me feel that everything was / would be alright.

My family loves him including my nieces . My mother, despite her allergy , loves him too. Kaka is now 4-5 years old and everytime I come home , he comes up to me and closes his eyes and rests his head on my arms and all we do is hug just to let each other know that we're there for each other . No matter what happens.

I thought that this quote fitted him the most :)

" You know, everyone thinks we got this broken down horse ( helpless little kitty ) and fixed him, but we didn't. He fixed us. Every one of us. And I guess in a way, we fixed each other, too." - Seabiscuit-ish

Dania Malik
Karachi, Pakistan

Cali was meant for my family.

On my local buy sell trade site was a post about this little girl. A college student had found her neighbors abusing this poor little baby. She was under fed, skinny, and they threw her outside! This college student scooped her up and fed her. But she was living in an apartment where her and her roommate already had the maximum number of pets that they could have! So this girl if she couldn't find her a home was going to bring her to a shelter. I have two dogs, three snakes, and a kitten. I didn't think I had the room. But I messaged her anyways. I told her to keep me updated, that this kitten could not, should not, go to our local shelter. Another lady wanted her, but didn't seem kind in her responses on the site. It was the girl's last attempt before taking her to a shelter. I told her, I'll come get her! I can either foster her until I find her a home, or I can keep her. So I picked her up. As soon as I saw her I knew I'd be keeping her. She's the sweetest little thing! She looks like my kitty Calvin who I had for thirteen years. I had to have her. So she's been a part of my family ever since. Cali. The girl was calling her Sunset. And she looked like my male Calvin. So California Sunset. So she has part of the name that the girl who rescued her gave. She is the cuddliest kitten! She's already put on weight and she purrs like a motor! I think she was truly meant for me. :3

Anonymous
Concordia, KS

Roadie's Story

I believe in Divine Intervention. I had just transitioned from a third shift job to regular hours, working from home. I slept a little late one morning, and took my daily walk just after dawn on a coolish Florida morning in April 2010. Near the elementary school a couple of blocks over, I saw a little tuft of gray fur alongside the road. My first thought was a poor squirrel had been hit. Upon closer inspection I saw it was a tiny kitten, curled up and sleeping. I gently picked him up to make sure he was alright, and quickly scoured the area looking for others or a Mama cat. Nothing. I brought him back home, where I had 3 other cats, who were nonplussed by the new arrival.

He appeared to be a little over 2 weeks old, his eyes weren't fully open and he was very hungry. I phoned my Mother, who immediately came over to watch her newest "grandkitten" while I made a quick trip to pick up kitten milk replacement and a baby bottle. I prepared his first formula but because he was so tiny, had to administer it by eye dropper. After putting him down for a nap, I took to Facebook to tell my story and post a photo. I'm usually good at naming cats, I've had so many over the years. One friend suggested "Roadie" because I found him on the side of the road and it was a cute rock and roll name. Roadie it was.

The day after I found him, I lost the home I'd had for 18 years and was forced to move. The other cats, who were indoor/outdoor, stayed behind, but I went over every day to feed them in a vacant lot they loved to play in. Roadie and I moved in with family and he has been the King of the Castle ever since. I shudder to think what would've happened if I'd taken my walk in the dark, worse still, had gone later. He is 4 years old and the light of my life.

Allyson Dalton
Port Charlotte, FL

My Rosie

It had been one month since my grandmother had died and it had been one month since my birthday. I spent my birthday in Maryland with my dad who worked mostly in the fall. A month had passed and it seemed like my mother wasn't getting out of her depression from her mother dying. A month after my grandmother had died we were coming home from the grocrey store when I heard a little meow and something furry rub against my leg. It was an orange tabby cat that was trying desperately to get out of the storm. She was thin and had been about 6 weeks old. We let her in the house and put her in the downstairs bathroom to keep her away from our dogs (that died within a year of us having the cat). After about three weeks of looking for her owner, we decided that we would keep her and we named her Rosie after my grandmother. Five years later she's still a little ball of fluff that wanted to be taken out of the storm.

Bri
Raleigh, NC
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