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In December 2010 I saw an email go out to Las Vegas Valley Humane Society volunteers looking for a forever home, or foster, for a very scared cat. She had been born to a feral cat and had been attached by a dog. Thankfully the dog did not bite down but she had been strongly shaken. She was adorable but terrified of people and dogs and would need a lot of time and patience. I passed by the first email but a week later another email came. I had just lost a very dear cat and did not think i was ready but my other rescue was in need of a companion. I called and met Angel and decided to give it a try. For the first three days I could not find her in my small apartment till I fired up the vacuum and finally found her. Three years later, she is my shadow. She is still skittish when new people come in the house but she cuddles with me every evening and sleeps on my feet at night. Have discovered that she is quite vocal and likes to share feelings about things. The two cats get along and I give a lot of the credit for Angel's progress to Houdini. If Houdini stays calm, Angel stays calmer then she would on her own.
We had just lost our 21 year old cat. Our hearts were broken and our lives were over. Every night my wonderful husband came home from work early so I would not have to come home to an empty house. That beautiful face that was in my life since she was six weeks old was gone. After a few days we decided to look for another face to come home to. We went to the shelter and found another calico face. They told us she had been abused, adopted and brought back "because she was too affectionate" and therefore was not the most friendliest kitty, but we had to have her. After a week we were told she was ours; and let's not kid ourselves, we would be hers. We brought her home and let her explore her new home. That was 13 years ago. She will be 15 this year and even though she never became a cuddlebug; doesn't like to be held and doesn't sit on our laps, she does sleep on the arm of the chair besides us and honors us with sleeping in the same room with us. We love her for her independence and take every small headbutt and leg rub we get. Kelsey is pampered every way we can and a spoiled kitty and she deserves every bit of it.
In the summer of 2012, I was living in Massachusetts and my boyfriend and I were getting our own apartment after living with my best friend for awhile. I was spending way more time than I should have looking at a pet find website at work. After a couple of failed visits to see some of the cats I'd seen on the site, I saw her. A scrawny white and orange girl with crusty eyes and a runny nose and the fluffiest tail I'd ever seen, her name was Lydia. The moment I saw her, I knew she was mine. I went down to the shelter with my boyfriend and they asked if we wanted to see the kittens. I told them I'd rather look at the older cats. When I didn't see her out with the other cats, I asked for her and they told me she was in quarantine for a stomach infection. So we went into the quarantine room to see her and when I opened the cage, she instantly rubbed her face all over me. They asked me if I was really sure I wanted to adopt her because she might have stomach problems. I think they had sort of given up on her. I was sure I wanted her. We took her home and named her Tali. Tali is the most loving and affectionate cat I have ever met. She is always in my lap or sleeping near me. She's in kidney failure now and probably only has a few weeks left, but I would never trade my time with her for anything. She has been, and always will be, the bestest kitty ever.
This is Patches, a male kitty with some pretty cool markings. I came to find Patches in a way that it must have been fate. I started looking around online with not much luck and called local shelters but it just wasn't the right time of year for kittens. I came across a story online about a woman and her pretty cat Oreo, she said she found Oreo from a local Baltimore shelter. I took a chance and called the shelter, they did not have any young kittens, but the lady could tell I was really desperate, and she gave me the number of a friend who ran another shelter in Baltimore. I called the lady and she said she had 3 kittens, 2 female and 1 male. The kitten's story was sad, they were 6 weeks old and had been rescued at 4 weeks old from a hoarders house who had over 50 cats. They were the only kittens found alive. Little "Two" was the male, he looked adorable, I picked him up and he clung to my shirt for dear life and did not want to let go, when I put him down he tried to climb up my leg, I took this as a sign that he had chosen me. Once I got him home, he was very loving. About a week later my boyfriend called me at work concerned because it looks like "Two" who we had renamed Patches was bleeding from his neck. We found out that little Patches had a lot of issues to work through. The bleeding had been caused by ring worm, he also had fleas, ear mites, and herpes. We treated for the fleas & ear mites, herpes is not curable, and 6 weeks of liquid medicine to get rid of the ring worm, which both me and my boyfriend ended up catching.Three years later he is a very healthy 11 pound cat from that tiny little guy with all those health problems. I am so happy I was able to save that scarred, sick little kitten who really chose me.
I was less than 3 weeks old and not even able to see yet. I remember being carried in my mother's mouth as she tried to carry me to safety. I felt a hard bump and the next thing I knew, I was curled up in a ball on the cold, hard ground, unable to move. I lay shivering for a few moments before being lifted off the road and placed into warm hands.
I was driven to the animal hospital, where I was examined and fussed over. The voices were kind and the hands gentle.
Soon I was back in the car. When the car stopped I was carried into a warm house where I felt safe.
I was given the name "Adam".
There was a special reason for my name. Adam of the Bible was alone in the world until God created Eve. I was alone in the world until I was scooped up off the pavement. My name fit perfectly.
The first few days were a blur. Because I couldn't eat by myself, my new mom and dad had to put a tube into my stomach for me to get formula. I was fed through the tube 6 times a day until I learned to eat and drink on my own.
I learned how to sit up and eventually I was able to stand. Mom and dad caused quite a fuss when I took my first steps. From that point on, I began to grow really quickly and began learning all things kittens typically learn. The most important, of course, was how to wrap my human mom and dad around my little paw.
Now, my life is quite content. I have a warm house, plenty of food, companions to play with and lots of love. And - We all give thanks with a grateful heart!
We rescued Baby Blue in July of 2004. We were returning from Oregon after visiting my older son. I had just lost my husband to cancer and my mom was having some problems so we went to visit up there before she wasn't able to do it any more. We stopped in Los Banos and we met a family who had this baby kitten. It looked about 5 weeks old just skin and bones and bulging eyes. He asked if we wanted the kitten. I at the time didn't but then saw the kids carrying the baby around by it's neck. So I changed my mind and took him. He was barely a handful. We didn't know if he would survive the trip home to Phoenix he was so starved. We bought a can of food and a little milk and left for home. He cuddled in my foster daughter's hair where it seemed he wanted to be. It was warm and hidden.
We made it home and I put him in the corner of the recliner, where he cuddled and you couldn't even see him. He was so small. He had Frank Sinatra's blue eyes So my mom called him Baby Blue. It took a few days for him to start gaining weight and growing. We had to be careful where we stepped because of him. All my other cats checked him out. They licked and cuddled with him. They were all rescues too. It seemed like they were telling him, he was safe now. He was the only one who survived out of that litter.
Today he is a hefty boy, neutered but still wants to eat all the time. The vet says he is healthy and a good-looking boy. He's not overweight but a little on the heavy side. He still wants to hide in your hair and sleeps on my pillow. I'm glad i took him, he's been a pleasure to have around. He's age 10 now. He's one of the youngest. The others are 15 and up now.
I went to our local Humane Society with my best friend just before Christmas 2012 after my furbaby Cali had passed. I had already looked online at a tortie. While they were doing the paperwork on her my best friend said look at that black cat over there. She's staring at you. She was & she started meowing at me from her cage. I walked over to her cage & she came up to me & head butted me through the cage. I asked if I could spend time with her & I ended up adopting her instead. I'm so glad I did because a week after getting her home she had her first Grand Mal seizure. I took her to the vet & had blood work & tests done & found out that she also had a liver disorder which was causing the seizures. With the proper meds for the liver disorder & seizure disorder she's doing great. It's very expensive, but she's worth every penny & I wouldn't trade her for anything. If I hadn't brought her home with me I'm sure she would have died in the Humane Society. Someone had already adopted her & brought her back after 2 months & never told anyone she was sick. I love her so much & she has a wonderful life now. Miz Kitteh is one spoiled baby.
My mom and I drove five hours to Indiana to attend my cousin's baby shower. My mom dropped me off at my cousin's who was hosting the shower. I love visiting my cousin Erin with her two rescue cats and a rescue puppy, especially since my dog had been put down earlier that year. When I got there I found another dog too. Erin's sister Megan trains dogs for a Colorado rescue as she travels and had to keep Lucy at Erin's house since the house she was at was already at full animal capacity (7 dogs and 2 cats).
From the night I got there until the party the next day all I did was prepare for the party and help with the two dogs ( I really missed having a dog to take care of and play with so I was more than willing to do it). Lucy was really fun and decently trained, she just barked a lot from loneliness and energy from being kenneled so she wouldn't be in the way while we were cleaning.
The night after the party I played with Lucy until I was too tired to stay awake. I sent my dad a picture of her and a small description: rescue, half Great Pyrenees and half lab or hound. Well trained/loving. 8 months.
The next day I sent him another one as I cuddle with Lucy on the couch. I'd decided that this was my dog. And when my mom came to pick me up, she realized it too. She called my dad and we worked it out. Megan taught us Lucy's commands and chipped her for us.
At first she was really timid and wouldn't leave my side, but I had to go back to college the next day, leaving her. Now 3 months later she has been renamed Lacy and has come completely out of her shell. She no longer flinches like she is expecting to be beaten and is the most loving little girl, just stubborn.
We went to a baby shower and came back with our own baby.
I had always wanted my own kitten, someone who would snuggle with me before any of my other family members, something that I'd never had. So when we lost our cat and dog and had grieved enough (and I had begged enough) my parents decided I could pick out my kitty. After looking at lots of cats, young and old, that I liked that but my parents didn't like since they kept insisting that I wanted a female kitten and I just didn't know it, I was getting tired of looking. One day my mom took me to the city shelter to look at the cats. I fell in love with this rambunctious little black tomboy while my mom got attached to his shy and unhappy sister. Tired of looking at cats, I said why not, I'm sure she'll do fine.
They put her in a cardboard box and gave her to us. As soon as we parked in front of Target so my mom could get supplies for her, I became attached. I stayed with the frightened kitten and tried to comfort her. When we got home my dad and brother just wanted to play, teasing her and picking on her. I took her away from them and she decided to run into my room and under live under my bed for the first month. Eventually she started coming out and sleeping on my bed.
That little kitten that I didn't care about at first is now a piece of me. Mollee became my best friend and she only likes me, she tolerates the others.
To me is like the lost piece of my soul that was taken out before I was born and we have been reunited. I am at college now and I miss her so much. The first week back after break I can't sleep because she isn't nestled into some part of me.
That little ball of black that i didn't want before is now something I can never imagine living without.
I already had two cats so I went to PetSmart on a regular basis to get litter and cat food. I always stop to see the kitties and for a couple months I saw Luna (known as Satin back then) every single time. For a while she had a twin sister there with her but then I noticed the sister was gone. Well one night I got it in me to call the humane society and ask if they euthanized their animals. If they do then I was going to go get her. They assured me that they do not put their animals down.
So I decided to post on a facebook group for my area about her hoping someone was wanting a fur friend. A girl who worked at PetSmart commented on the post telling she had been there for THREE months. Locked up in that cage for THREE months. I grabbed my purse, my kitty carrier, and got in the car. We brought her home that night!!!
The life came back into her eyes almost immediately. She loves to play, run around like a nut, sit in the window for hours, and she cuddles with me every single night while I sleep. I can't understand why she was there for so long... but I am so thankful we got her. She makes a wonderful addition to our family. We love our Luna Tuna!