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My Smudge came to me through 4 Paws Animal Rescue while I was in hospital after having back surgery the lady that owns my place looked after her a few days until I got home as I already had an adult cat and had experience with lots of kittens from cats that I have owned in the past.The lady thought I could help this little one.Smudge was only 3 weeks old and all her brothers and sisters unfortunately passed away at the vet surgery during the same day they were found outside a local pound where they were offered to our animal rescue organisation.
Well I didn't have mumma cat to care for her so to the local library I go as I have always had a mother cat to look after her kittens. I needn't have worried my dog Jess was a great fill in mum, all I had to do is feed Smudge and Jess did the rest. As we also had foster dogs at the time Smudge loved being around them, not so much my adult cat Tigger at the time, but now Tigger is an old girl of 13, and has accepted Smudge as one of the family.
Smudge is now 8 years old and still thinks she is a dog. Smudge is such a character if she wants attention when I am sitting in my car she will jump up and tap my arm with her paw. Smudge also loves to go for a walk on her lead to our local park next door.Since I have had Smudge 4 Paws Animal Rescue have given me a few more young kittens to raise. They have all found their fur-ever purrfect homes.
The photo is of Smudge and Jess, when she approximately 4 weeks old.
~13 years ago, a little yearling kitten followed a kid home from school. It was very cold, but he was very vocal and cheery, trotting alongside me like he already knew me. The cat seemed desperate for help, even rubbing on the neighbor's dog and crying. Nobody knew who he was or where he came from. Knowing that it would get cold that night, my mom set him up in a dog pen in the basement and left him food. We already had 2 cats and weren't sure we could take on another.
He did not eat for 2 days, so we took him to the vet. He had a broken jaw, cracked ribs, all on his left side. They recommended euthanasia, but the cat was so lively we wanted to give him a chance. So the vet reset his jaw, gave us a thick nutrient paste, and we spent the next 6 months or so hand feeding and watering him. But what for a name? Well, the cat would climb up on your chest and meow right in your face when he wanted something badly, so we named him Chester.
Chester began to have seizures not long after his miraculous recovery - probably from being hit by a car before he found us, or worse... Luckily, there was a medication that could control most of the seizures, so for 13 years and counting, he has had it every day. In those 13 years, he has also survived: eating 3 ft of ribbon, the AC suddenly going out during a heat wave, and fibrosarcoma! He has paid it forward to us tenfold- he is quirky, calm and laid back, and very insistent that he sits right next to you when at the computer. He has a huge fascination with grass and loves to chase it. When he is feeling really affectionate, he seeks you out in bed and rubs his nose on your nose, over and over. He greets everyone at the door, and loves everyone he meets. How he found us or why, I'll never know. He is wonderful.
She appeard one night when my friends and I were having a drink in a bar. I couldn't taker home with me, since I didn't have my own place, I could not bring another cat with me (allready had 6 cats). That night I couldn't sleep, couldn't take her off my mind. A one-eyed young feral cat that had the nerve to kick out 5 dogs from under our table. Call my friend that lived near the bar the next morning "if you see her, get her. I'm taking her with me". She said "she's just been hit by car, my neighbor has her". Drove right away! got her to the vet... jaw and 2 ribs broken. It was my fault!! I shoulded take her with me.
Ok, surgery, vet, pain killers, vet, more vet, one more surgery.
She became the most unbelievable, playfull, full of life cat. Had a a crazy temperament, anything could drive it off.
Liàng. Chinese word for "brightness", because she was.
She came out of surgery and hit every other cat I had, earned her place and forgot she was a feral cat. Became a house cat, never went out on the street again. Never tryed to run away. Two years I enjoyed her company.
One day, petting her, felt a bump on her ribs. Since she had those broken, took her to the vet for a check up. X-rays showed an overbone, nothing important... it seemed... Few days later, a nail fell off, blood everywhere. Vet again, blood check up, check the ribs again... There it is... Bone cancer. It took her from me in less than 3 months. Ribs, hand and jaw. That was it.
She was loved, is remembered with love. Tried to give her a good life. Hope I did it.
Hello, my name is Gracie and I am 13 years old. I had a long road finding my furrever home. My first 2 years were awful. I was dumped at the airport in Garden City, KS. l was there for almost a year! It was so hard to find water, and thunderstorms were scary! One day a friendly looking lady got off a flight and she had food! I was so hungry! The lady picked me up and took me home. I was safe and full for the first time in a long time! Good thing that I was in a safe place, because I was pregnant. After having my kittens, I thought this would be by furrever home, but my new mom had lupus and she could not keep me. It was sad for me because I like to sleep next to my human.
My pet mom’s friend had a daughter; I let her pet me once, although I was scared of anyone else. Her husband was not sure about getting a cat, but he gave in and I went to my new home. I ended up being a birthday present for my new cat mom, Andrea. I am sure that I won over my cat dad, Todd, by slowing coming up to him and sniffing him on the nose after work each day. Something I still do almost every day. It makes him happy.
I now have my humans trained to give me treats when I want them and wet food as a treat! I have a heated cat bed on my human’s bed for the winter! I have numerous kitty condos! I love my furrever home! I am a lucky kitty! I am so happy in my home and I snuggle with my pet parents every night.
My friend lives in an apartment complex and we were unloading her car from a trip. It's almost 2am and, miraculously, between thunderstorms. As I was getting the last of my things I heard the cry of a kitten. It took us a few seconds to figure out where the noise was coming from; the car parked right next to hers. Using the flash on her phone my friend managed to locate the kitten on the muffler. The light scared him and he jumped down and ran off into some nearby woods. My heart sank. Luckily, he was still meowing his little head off. I knew that he was saying, "I'm hungry, lost, scared, and nobody cares!" I couldn't leave him. My friend owns cats so she got some cat food. We spent about 45 minutes luring the kitten out of the woods. He fought me at first when I grabbed him, but he soon calmed down. No way was this kitten feral. He wasn't that dirty and seemed a good weight for his size. He had a major flea problem, though.
So I took him home and gave him a bath and spoiled him with attention and affection. And I fell in love. He loves to play and the first time he gave me a kitten headbonk my heart was sold. I couldn't keep him, though I wanted to very badly. Well, it turns out my grandmother was considering getting a kitten, since her cat passed away last year. So I called her and she wanted to meet him!
She liked him, even though he pulled a disappearing act on her that first night. The next day my father, sister, and I took him to the vet who said he's about 9 weeks old, weighs 2.1 lbs, and looked great for a stray. My sister took him back to the truck while we paid the bill. With doors closed and windows up, he almost escaped into a small opening in the floorboard!
Thus, the name Houdini; master escape artist, ventriloquist, and con-artist of the human heart :).
Frankie resides at Bayview Retirement Community's Health Center in Queen Anne, Seattle. Frankie was rescued after his owner passed away. He was at a facility in Kingston when we saw his photo and adoption information online. He was 2 and a half years old when he came to live with us at Bayview. At first he was quite scared and shy. He stayed in the office for the first few weeks. Then he gradually became a "regular" at activity programs. Later on, he started exploring the halls and began visiting residents in their rooms. Several times he has done vigils with the dying of his own accord.
As seen in the photo, Frankie initiated a vigil with this gentleman, visiting him up to 6 times per day until his passing. The resident was missing his own cat, so Frankie provided an available substitute. Towards the end of his journey, Frankie sat on the resident's chest and put his arms around him. The family of the resident said that having Frankie there really eased his pain.
Frankie is more than just a cat at Bayview Retirement Community. He has taught us about peace, joy, and living in the now. He moves quietly but his impact is bigger than life.
I was coming home with my mother when suddenly a heavy rain starts. We stopped in a roadside mall to wait for a bit. It was really cold which is uncommon in the city. Inside I noticed some people pointing at something between two plants. A dirty, soaked and malnourished little cat mas trembling. I couldnt leave this angel freeze to death. Asked my mother for $10 to buy a towel to dry the cat. I went to a store to get something do dry him. I took him in my hands and started drying him, while petting it. I feared that I had arrived too late - then I heard a faint purring, the most sweet sound I've ever heard. I looked at his little amber eyes and I realized that if I didnt help him, nobody would - people were laughing hard at me for holding a dirty kitten like it was a baby.
At home, I set a warm place in my room, got some food from my mother's cats and made a bed for him. I didnt trust people to simply deliver him to someone else. He ate, drank some water. Next day we took him to a vet. Malnourition led to rickets, really watery blood - the vet had to take blood from his jugular vein. She said he was at maximum 3 months old. Besides his condition, he was active, purring, playing. There were no apparent signs of FiV or FelV. Bought meds and a special food for him. My flight was already set for the next day, I couldnt take him with me yet. I asked my mom to treat him while I was out. Every week she sent me photos of the cat.
A month later, he was completely different from when I found him. He got toys, a nice transport bag and I finally brought him with me to my home in the other state. Now he has 3 people pampering him, giving gifts and caring for him. He's becoming a happy spoiled fattie, with a family that really loves him.
I am not sure what happened. I was very little and one moment I was in this big car and the next I was sitting in the middle of a road. The car sped off just as another car approached and it scared me so bad that I made a dash across the road and right in front of the car. The car almost missed me, clipping the side of my face and tearing my lower lip from my gums. I flew into a bunch of brambles and was so scared I couldn't move at all, only mew loudly in pain and fright. Suddenly, I heard someone saying "Oh, my God, oh no, oh kitty, here kitty, kitty, it's ok, just come to me." I didn't know what to so I stayed put and kept mewing loudly.That's when a pair of hands swooped around me and then I was being held against a warm chest. Little did I know that it was my new mommy's birthday, and that I was a gift from Heaven. The vet said my lower lip could not be reattached so I would always have a pout. They did a lot to nourish me and keep me alive, and I even had the vet and her assistant laughing because I wouldn't stop purring long enough for them to hear my breathing. I grew up with four other kitties and played and romped all the time. Now, I'm big (some even say I'm fat) and healthy and still love to run around and cause havoc wherever I go. My mommy and daddy love me very much and I am so glad that I was abandoned so I could find my true forever family.
I was living with my grandparents, waiting to leave for Boot Camp, when she showed up on our doorstep. She was small, about 1 1/2 years old, and the sweetest, most loving little girl we'd ever met - so we named her Darling. She was obviously pregnant, so we made sure to not let her have contact with our other cats - they had feline lukemia, we weren't about to let her unborn babies be affected by that. She came ever morning and evening, feeding time, for a month before she lost the baby-weight. It was obvious that she'd had them and that they were alive though - she was still coming around at mealtime, and was hanging low (sign of feeding babies).
I'm not sure how long, it was maybe about 2 months or so, and she did not come for breakfast. Later that day, I was out on the closed-in porch playing with the other cats when I heard loud mewing. I looked at the door, surprised. She was such a quiet thing, had never meowed much if at all - and here she was meowing loud enough to be heard through the porch door! I figured she was just hungry, so I grabbed a handful of food, opened the door, and reached to put the food in her dish. However, she hopped off the steps and started running for the woods instead of eating. I stood up and looked at her, confused - and she stopped and looked back at me...then she came back a bit and mewed again. I then realized she wanted me to follow her! So, I did. Every time I slowed up to move around something, she'd get impatient and mew again. Soon, we were at a pile of branches - and there in that pile were 4 kittens. Eyes and ears open, it was tough getting them out - my hands got scratched and bit. But I did, and took them straight home. I couldn't find pics of one of the babies, but got her and the other 3!
I was about down as a person could be. Trying to redeem myself for a DUI that cost me my license, my car, my savings, my self-respect; but mostly, my self-respect. In order to fulfill my community service, I signed up at our local animal shelter. I figured it would be a cakewalk, because I love animals and had loved and lost many animal companions over the years.
Cakewalk? Heck no. My service consisted of many hours of doing laundry, feeding the residents, and cleaning out the cages. It was hard and physically demanding work, but I felt like it was my penance for having behaved badly.
It was there I met this wobbly, crying kitten, who had just been brought in that morning. She was scared and unable to step out of her own filth. Her cage was in the room marked "feral" so I was afraid at first to go in. But I couldn't ignore her cries.
The staff named her Janis Joplin, because she wobbled and fell over, as if she was drunk. She was later diagnosed as having a condition called hypodisplasia. But after getting her cleaned up and acclimated, the staff (and I) discovered that she was the most loving and adorable kitty you could ever want to meet. But she was designated as a special needs kitty, and not considered to be adoptable.
Once my service was complete, I decided I had to adopt her, I had fallen in love. I knew that both she and I needed some redemption in this lifetime. From the moment I brought her home, Lulu became quite famous in our neighborhood. She had no idea she had any disability, and was active and playful and friendly to everyone, especially dogs; she was fearless. She even had her own Facebook page! I swear, I don't know how she had time to write! Losing her was hard, but having her in my life was a wonderful lesson I will remember, ALWAYS. Open Your Heart!