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I went out to get something from my car and I heard the birds and this little meow it was little orange cat in the woods right bye the busy road. I took me four days to catch him this little guy survived three long night out with a big owl living in the area. Oliver found a tree hallow to take cover at night. When i did catch him his little paws where all scrape up the vet said that he was toss out of moving car and he was only 6 weeks old and weight a pound and half. Now Oliver has happy home with four other cat all found on the streets.
I work a lot of long hours and am subject to shift changes. This particualar weekend I was working midnights. I live alone and had considered adopting a cat after I was settled into my new home for companionship but was not quite ready. I had finally gotten home and had been in bed for about 2 hours when I received a call from my landlady saying that there was a cat in my building. She asked me to check it out and let her know. So, I go out and when I looked up the stairs there was this tiny kitten shivering on the top step. He was terrified. It took a while to catch him but when I did I put him in my bathtub.
I didnt know what to do. I decided to keep him for the day and then take him to a shelter in the morning. Needless to say that did not happen. I called my sister and picked her up from school since she was better at handling cats than me. We ended up at Walmart and bought everything for this kitten. He was named Stark before we even got back home. I took him to the vet the next day and he was malnourished and it looked like he had been kicked resulting in a limp The vet said I was his savior and that he probably would not have survived very long.
Stark has been with me for 6 months and has grown out of his limp. He is strong, healthy and playful and I think he saved me almost as surely as I saved him. I would not trade him for anything. He is part of my family.
After getting of work late at night, my boyfriend and I walk home, on the way home we hear a little cry, thinking its a baby crying, but then we noticed it sounds like a kitten cry but we didn't know where it was coming from so we start looking into people homes and we find ourselves in a backyard and hear the cries, we couldn't see because it was so dark that we had to use our DS for light and by some trash cans we saw a little baby kitten crying. Right away I pick him up and we looked around to see if there were others or a mama cat around but we didn't find nothing so we rushed home to get the kitten warm and called family to help us get formula. This was at 10 o'clock at night and everything is closed, so we had to check with emergency clinics and few of them were out of formula and finally found one that did! We went home and started feeding the little guy and started talking how a litter is never one kitten, so we head back to the location to see if can his home and nothing again, we noticed that there was a back gate to more trash cans, we looked around and to our surprise under some garbage bags were two more baby kittens. Then we knew that they weren't lost, they were thrown out like trash and the little baby kitten that was crying, crawl out of the trash can fell 4 feet down and crawl 40 feet from the trash can where we found crying.
I was heartbroken to know that there are people out in the world that would do that to newborn kittens, but we took them all in, it was hard for the first two months of feeding them every two hours but it was worth it. Even though my house is full with 4 cats of my own, we happily adopt them, we couldn't let them go. There happy and healthy now with there new siblings.
We got Myst just before I had to have major surgery. He was about 6 weeks old and feral. Our friend caught him and bought him over the next day wrapped in a towel. The kitten was terrified and was spitting and growling. The next day I let him out of the small holding cage and he disappeared in the house. I had surgery the next day and was gone for 5 days. When I came home, I asked my husband if the kitten was okay. He said he hadn't seen him but he had been eating and using the cat box. I was laying on the daybed and dozing. I felt something come up my left side and I thought it was one of the big cats. We had 5 rescues at that time. But it was the kitten. He proceeded to lay down with me and stay by my side. I guess he decided I was the one for him. He would constantly lay or sit where he could stare at me.
Myst was really skittish. Anybody came over and he was gone. My older boy didn't even know we had him until one day they had come in from Oregon and he saw him. He came and asked who was the white cat and when did we get him? We had already had him for about 6 yrs. He had been to the house before and never seen him. So he was really surprised. Myst gradually got better as he got older and started staying in the open when people came over. He slept with me every night. He didn't let people pick him up or pet him. Our best friend got surprised when he came over one day and Myst jumped in his lap. But that was only 1 of maybe a half dozen times, that Myst had ever done that. He wouldn't let my husband pet him.
He passed away 2 yrs ago now. I really miss him. He was my constant companion. He was there for me when I needed him.
For the first time in my life, as I was approaching 50, I had no pets.
From toddler age on, I’d had them - the family dog and a cat I got when I was nine who lived until my mid-twenties. After losing them, I'd had at least two cats and a dog adopted from the pound. At 40, I had four cats and a dog. Over the next few years, they succumbed to old age (all well into their teens), the last in her sleep at age 17.
After that, we had decided to go “pet-free, for a time anyway, with good reasons, including planning to move. We gave away the food dishes, toys, litter box, etc. A good idea . . . but I hated it! It felt like the life had gone out of our home.
Less than a month later, I kept hearing a cat meowing off somewhere. A cat stuck in a tree maybe, I investigated, when out of nowhere, a kitty darted to my side! Half-grown, short hair, fluffy tail, grey tabby markings. Very friendly, seemed healthy; must belong to someone. After petting her, I returned to the house, and she followed me every step! I let her in; we had no food for her, but she seemed content. (My SO got some cat food on her way home.)
We checked lost ads, and placed posters around the neighborhood with her photo. Much to my relief, no one claimed her! When my partner said she’d name her Lucy, I knew she was hooked, too! Life and light had returned to our home!
Lucy’s short fur grew out, and Lucy grew and grew, too! She’s about 15 pounds with long fur. She looks, sounds and acts like a Maine Coon, just no papers to prove it! She’s a sweetie! She sits at the end of our front walk, encouraging people walking by to pet her. And they do!
After we moved, we adopted another cat as Lucy’s companion. We have also since adopted not one, but three dogs! Our pet-free experiment was a resounding failure!
Sophie Cherry came into rescue through Austin Boxer Rescue in April of 2013 with her "mate" Zorro. They were owner surrenders because they were getting too old to breed (3-4 years old). Their first night in Austin was with my family. Sophie was scared and very submissive to Zorro so she hid when he tried to get her food. That night I witnessed sadness in an animal I hadn't seen before.
Sophie Cherry and Zorro went into foster care in different places. Zorro was adopted pretty quickly, but Sophie languished. She had tumors, needed to be spayed, was heart worm positive and very thin. Her fosters and I took turns caring for her. Finally in November of 2013, we just couldn't say no to her any longer. My family, including 2 small dogs and 2 cats, embraced her to the point that we couldn't say no. She was our Thanksgiving Turkey and Christmas Miracle all rolled up into one sweet, docile girl, long tail and all!
She has learned to relax and trust, never having to have litter after litter again. She is still a little fearful of men, but loves snuggling with boys and men in our house. She loves walks and bounces enthusiastically when her people arrive! When some of our family were sick recently, she went from couch to chair and back again checking on each one, giving each one a nuzzle and kiss. She has just started to vocalize, trying to talk to us, all the while wagging her long tail. Whatever she is trying to say, she is saying it with love!
Sophie is now healthy, living with cats and dogs, and awaiting heart worm treatment through Austin Boxer Rescue. She now has a chance to really live life, and live it to the fullest!
Rescue isn't just about saving lives. It's about giving lives.
Poor Leo was put out of his home by his owner who didn't want him anymore and she moved away. This poor boy had been declawed, neutered and you can tell (while staying in my home) never had a kitty or doggie friend. It took almost a year to earn his trust for me to be able to touch him only one time while he was eating. I was able to get him into a kennel and off we went to the vet. The vet suggest that he is around 4-5 yrs. He slaps my dogs every time they walk by him and so my poor doggies are afraid of him. Now after months of being inside again Leo has gained some of his confidence back and wrestles with my other recue kitty Bubba. I am a member of a rescue service and have become Leo's foster mom, hoping someday someone will love and appreciate him as much as I do and adopt him into a wonderful and loving home but in the meantime he continues to terrorize my doggies. ;-)
Buster is a pants wearing, movie theater going, peanut loving, indoor pet rooster who lives in St John in the US Virgin Islands. Buster was found dying in the middle of a busy road only moments from death. He was severely injured from Cock-Fighting, suffering from multiple deep puncture wounds, a head injury that included the loss of his left eye, malnutrition and dehydration. Our local vet Dr. Jan Perkins showed me how to take care of Buster and he is now my constant companion. Buster wears a chicken diaper that I designed and made for him that we call his "fancy pants" which allows him to live indoors with me. Buster roosts on my computer while I work, rides in the car, goes with me everywhere including the movies, and sleeps in my arms on my chest every night. I named him Buster Keaton hoping he'd be silent. He's not. Buster has a vibrant social media following and has become a "spokeschicken" against Cock-fighting which is still legal in The US Virgin Islands.
My daughter had just moved out and wanted to take our first rescue with her. I was having empty nest syndrome so my hubby took me to petsmart where we found our little doll, River. She was scared and older and I am about getting the ones that are not kittens, as everyone wants kittens, but the younger cats that are not grown yet not babies, people overlook. So when we brought her home, she was scared and wouldn't come to us or out of the cabinet above the washer and dryer. I let her stay there until she felt comfortable to come out. She did after about a month stop going into the cabinet. She is now the queen of the house, loves to hold onto your hands and loves to be touching you with her paws. I don't know if it is because she is loving or feels insecure still but she purrs all the time and is so sweet. We would not trade her for the world. There are so many in need of good homes, please adopt. They make wonderful fur babies.
It was June of 2000. I was working a summer job located in a former warehouse on the very edge of town, and it was the summer after I gave birth to my son, Max.
That day, I had agreed to work on the weekend for overtime hours. My family was short on vehicles, so my husband got up and drove me to work, my sleeping infant son in the back. As I got out of the car in the parking lot, I looked up and saw a tiny orange and white marmalade kitty walking slowly down the lane in the parking lot. Without thinking, I called to it. "Puss puss puss" His head came up and his meandering stroll turned into a dash - IN my direction. When he arrived at my feet, he didn't stop, he just went vertical. Before I knew it, I was nose to nose with this tiny boy with amber eyes.
My husband let me put him in the car, but, he warned, "Only until we can take him to the animal shelter." Like that would ever work. The marmalade boy went home with my husband, who quarantined him in a downstairs bathroom until we could get him a clean bill of health from the vet.
That Monday, we took the tiny boy to the vet, and he passed everything. He had worms, he had ear mites, but otherwise, once cleaned up, he was healthy and perfect. As the little guy walked across the desk, the doctor laughed. "You feed him a bit, you'll see. His head will be as big as his whole body is now."
Gary fit in nicely with the rest of the gang. We had two tortoise shell kitties and one very old tabby point Siamese, but Gary quickly found a permanent place with them. One of the torties, Mala, is the love of his life, and they curl up together and bathe. He is a benign dictator over his little hareem of girls, and they love him back.