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I was homeless on the streets in and out of shelters for a big chunk of my life. cast have always been a comfort and joy in my life. I have never bought a cat since I feel that its wrong to buy your friends. I was lonely cause i had lost my male cat Obsidian a big black oriental mix while i was camping in a park. I began looking for him and when things did not look good I said a prayer and gave him back to God the father. I began looking on Craigslist for a new friend i could love and care for.
A lady on craigslit sold me a very sick kitten.. she was just skin and bones. she had fleas and was full of worms. I found this after I got on the bus the lady never told me. I had no money for the vet and my heart was sad cause I did not want my new baby to die. There is a free vet her in Seattle. When the vet looked at her he said she is in very bad shape.She might have parvo and that is rare in cats. The Vet said he did not have the tools to test for parvo since this was a clinic healed in the basement of a gospel mission. He gave me some antibiotic's and said if she has parvo this medicine will not help. The vet said she has a 50-50 chance she will see morning. I said thank you through my tears and went to a day shelter to keep her warm. The state of Wa honors companion animals so were i go she can go to. well that night i said a prayer and told her to stay strong that God will heal you .He loves cats thats why there is catnip:)
Well she made it Glory be to God! Naveena is my best friend. Smart as can be. she walks on a leash and sits pretty on my backpack. I now have a small place we can both call home.
My husband and I both decided that it was a bad idea to get a cat, even though I wanted one really badly. We didn't have very much money, weren't home very often, and our apartment doesn't allow pets. Then, one cold, wet, February night; shortly after our anniversary, he went to the store for a late night ice cream run. When he came home, he not only had ice cream, but the skinniest kitten I have ever seen! I said "Hun, I thought we decided not to get any pets?!?" It was then that the cold, wet little thing wrapped itself around my neck.
He said "He was crying his little face off behind the Redbox machine, and it's freezing outside... Could you have left him? I was reminded why I love my husband so much that night...
The kitten was very sick, but the most lovable little thing I've ever seen. My husband said that he darn near wrecked the car on the way home because the kitten was attacking him with snuggles. I sent him back to the store for a litter box and food, while I bathed the flea ridden little thing, and fed him a can of tuna and some milk. The next day we got him some antibiotics, and w/in a few weeks he wasn't coughing up anything scary anymore. He is now a robust adult kitty named Monkey Cat, and a loving big brother to our "foster fail" Sister Kitten. Best anniversary present ever.
My husband & I attended a fundraising dinner for our favorite animal rescue, the group that brought us our 2 cats, Smokey and Bandit. While at the dinner, a lady came in carrying a little kitten. She was struggling to open a cat carrier, so my husband Joe lent a hand. Instead of having him open the carrier, the volunteer, Hope, handed Joe the kitten instead. This little kitten stayed in my husband’s arms the entire evening! He truly charmed the crowd with his friendly and loving personality. He was perfectly comfortable being in a room full of people, with all kinds of noises all around him! We learned that he's a very street-smart little guy and at only 2 months old must have been used to the hustle and bustle of the city. Hope had found him on the streets of Brooklyn, very lost, and someone had cut the poor guy's whiskers off. Even after all he went through, he has the most charming personality of any cat I've ever met.
Our friends from the rescue were begging us to take him home the entire evening. Between them, and the absolute "adorableness" of this little kitten, I was torn because we just were not sure if we should be adding another cat to our home. I was also scheduled for surgery the next day - I just didn't think I was going to be able to care for him at the time. I left the dinner in tears because I did not take the kitten home that night and I just couldn't stop thinking about him. Surgery went well & my husband tells me the first thing I said when out of anesthetic was, "can we get the cat"? We called the rescue the minute we got home and 2 days later, we had him home with us! After spending a day with him by my side, his name just happened - Buddy! He's an absolute love, and a wonderful addition to our family! We're forever grateful to Hope for saving him and introducing him to our family.
As a grad student in NV, my advisor lived on a farmstead North of Reno (barn and everything). At a party, they had a ~2 week old kitten on a towel just inside their door. A cat had had a litter of kittens under the house. A dog/coyote had killed all but one, leaving the survivor covered with drool on the lawn.
My advisor wanted to leave the kitten on the lawn and "whatever killed the rest would come back for it". His wife balked, brought the kitten inside, warmed a towel in the microwave, and set the kitten in the doorway.
All the people who had brought children steered their kids AWAY from the kitten. I said I would take it, if no one else wanted it, at the end of the evening.
My office mate offered to take it to feed and use as "coyote bait" for coyote hunting. I said "give me the kitten".
I brought the kitten (a him) home to my two spayed female litter-mates. They immediately took to grooming and litter training him.
For a month I bottle fed him, and wiped his bottom to help him "go". (My brother said "A lot would have to happen to get me to 'wipe' a cat twice a day")
He was a Maine Coon mix, grew to +20 lbs, and died at 16 yrs old last year. (Didn't have a digital photo. Had to 'borrow' one. He looked like this)
In November of 2012, Ninna's Road to Rescue was brought a 5 week old long haired Chihuahua. He was not like any other puppy they had ever taken in. He was born without eyes. Ninna posted him on her Facebook page and as soon as we saw him, we knew he was ours. After carefully considering the responsibility of owning a blind dog and fostering him for two days, we sealed the deal and he was easily was named Stevie Wonder! Stevie Wonder gets around quite well, in fact we often forget he is blind. He loves going on walks by following commands like "step up" and "step down". He runs through the house, chasing our other dog, Taffy, and never misses where his food bowl is located!!! His favorite Stevie Wonder song is "Sir Duke", especially the because of the instruments at the beginning :)
I had left school due to gaining a horrible case of Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Panic Disorder that was so bad I could hardly function. When I was on medical leave, I decided it would be a good idea to volunteer at a cat shelter, so I could learn to socialize again without getting scared as well as helping cats feel more comfortable until they get adopted. The first day I went to the shelter I decided to say hello to all the cats that were hanging around in the hallway. All was normal until I unintentionally woke up another cat when I was saying hello to her. She had the softest fur I'd ever felt in my life. I noticed she was blind in one eye and had chronic rhino. I didn't know it back then, but I'd already been hooked on wanting to take care of her. Every time I would go volunteer, I'd always check on her and make sure she was okay, since I noticed other cats took advantage of how small she was. I've been told I'm always attracted to broken things so maybe that's why I felt the need to protect her. She would even follow me around the shelter while I worked. The more time I spent with her, the better I felt when I spoke to other people. It then hit me that this cat was helping me cope and heal with my disorders.
We mutually adopted each other, but ultimately she rescued me. Now Rosetta and I live a happy life together after and she makes each day more comforting and easier to handle than the last.
She's the best idea I've ever had.
The last thing I needed was another cat, but our mail carrier found a small and wounded kitten wandering the streets and called me. My initial response was to say no, but I reluctantly agreed to let her bring the kitten to me. The poor little girl had had her eye stabbed! Despite an obviously terrible wound, she snuggled up and began to purr the moment I took her from the mail carrier's hands. Already falling in love, I agreed to bring her to my vet to see what the options were. Unfortunately, there were only two: euthanasia or surgery.
About a year ago, I lost a kitten I would have done anything (and frankly spent anything) to save. When I realized that this kitten COULD be saved, I really had no other choice but to try. Luckily, she came through her surgery with flying colors. The last thing this little girl can be called is "handicapped!" Her latest trick was discovered when I left a step ladder leaning upright against a wall. I returned to the room only to find a little black cat sitting on the very tip top of the ladder calmly surveying her living room kingdom.
The last thing I had to do was find a name for her. Obviously, it had to suit her. I also wanted something to do with pirates since the poor little girl only has one eye. Lastly, and most importantly, my other cats are all named with cat-related puns and this one had to fit into that theme, too. Pirate (Purr-rate?). Barbary Coast (Barbara Cat?) Mutiny. Hmmmm... by the time I brought her home from the hospital, I had it: Her name is Mewtiny!
I was told she never allowed anyone to just walk up to her, but I guess I was different. She must have sensed something different in me. There she stood and waited for me to come to her. She did not budge. The moment I touched her, I knew I had to rescue her.
Sugar is an Arabian. She had given birth at one time and was left to suffer the consequences of complications. Part of her was hanging out and she needed a vet. It was just a small part but had to be painful. That wasn't all. After I took her home, she started coughing. The vet confirmed what we already felt. She had the Heaves, a lung condition that would never get better. Some people would throw her away. We decided to keep her as comfortable as possible and give her a job as long as she was able. We brought her home to be family.
She is a favorite of the rescued horses at our barn who gives riding lessons to children of all ages. Though she loves running, and looks gorgeous doing so, most of the time her job is to teach beginner lessons so others can learn the fundamentals of riding. She has won the hearts of many.
Animal rescue is one of the most important jobs in my life. Where others see ugly, I see beauty and potential. God's creatures must be protected and cared for. Our rescued animals contribute much to lifting self esteem in people. We offer a program at our barn for under-privileged children to help lift spirits, give them positive self esteem, real life skills, a love for animals and a place where they can feel safe while learning.
Horses have an amazing way of teaching us all and I am proud to be a part of that learning process. Heck... I'm still learning!
We have rescued many dogs, cats, horses, rabbits, guinea pigs, and chickens. It's not for everyone but it is for me!
One day in July my friend called me about a kitten that needed a rescue. I pull up to the gas station dumpster and see these cans of wet food that had been left out and this tiny black kitten laying under a tree. She wasn't the grey kitten I was told she was but figured there must have been more than one, turned out the grey "kitten" was actually a feral momma. Evie the little black kitten was so sickly looking that I knew I couldn't leave her, she didn’t even know I was there until I touched her. I felt horrible that I was taking her from her mother but she had ear mite, fleas, was dehydrated in the July sun, and had an upper respiratory infection that had sealed both her eyes shut! Three weeks of her hissing and spitting and two rounds of antibiotics later I had a healthy kitten. She very quickly became extremely attached to me, to the point that she would paw and bug my much bigger cats until she could get her “momma time” without them. Fast forward to a year later to her checkup, she is now a 10 pound purring machine that doesn't want to leave me. The vet that treated her that day admitted that she thought Evie was dead when I brought her in that day, she knew that I would try my best but thought she would pass away that night. Evie is now a little spit fire that gets her in so much trouble and true to our Southern roots when she gets in trouble her full name Evie Marie gets pulled out!
/Ever since I had been little, I had wanted a cat. My mom being allergic it was impossible. A year ago I finally got myself in to a loft that allowed animals. I decided I had wanted a rescue when the decision was to be made. Unfortunately we don't have many rescues in here. And every time I had found a cat that I fell in love with
I read that it had been given to its new family.
It was nearing summer when my friend posted a picture on Facebook of a domestic litter of 6 her friends cat had gotten. I instantly fell in love with a "Puss in boots" look alike girl.
It was a week before my little girl was supposed to arrive. I got a frantic message that said. "I know you only wanted a one cat but we have an emergency." Apparently the family's father was not as happy about the kittens as the mother and the daughter. There was a one male left and they said that if they cant get a home for it. The father of the house will drown it. (It was still legal to get rid of kittens this way still on the 80's and some people still do it, also these days shooting the cat on your yard is also legal in here if its not on a leash.)
They showed me a picture and I felt really bad for the little guy so I said to bring it here.
Now Little Sookie and my little prince Rufus live here happily, getting lots of attention from me and from my family and friends when ever they visit. My little ones are my family, and I would be lost without them.