no spam, unsubscribe anytime.
Our most inspiring stories come from you, our clickers. We love hearing about your rescued, adopted, beloved pets. Please click the button below to share your story with the world!
We live in a suburban area near a school, and neighborhood kitties come to visit often. One little feral lady decided to stay, and we were in the process of "taming" her and her litter of kittens for adoption when we found one of her kittens having a hard time eating. We took him inside and tried him with canned food, which he also didn't do well on, so in concern we took him to the vet. To our surprise, he turned out to be several weeks younger than the other kittens, meaning he wasn't from the feral litter at all! He had some digestive issues due to his youth, but with the right food and lots of love he perked right up. Today he is a happy, healthy 3 year old named "Bear" (because my sister had a dream about finding a kitten that turned into a black bear!) Whereever he came from, Fate guided him to our door and into our hearts.
I was happy with my family of four rescue cats (and dog), but I also wanted to support the efforts of my city's great new Animal Control that is working diligently with area rescues to be no-kill. And I knew that if I ever got a fifth cat it would be what my friends call a "dented can." In September 2014, I saw this one-eyed boy, dubbed Sinbad the Pirate, posted on the Animal Control networking page. He was an unclaimed stray but was already neutered so he started as someone's cat, and he was supposed to be extremely sweet. I learned that the rescue I work with wanted to pull him but needed a foster home. Fosters for adult cats are hard to come by so I agreed to take him.
Well, Sinbad turned out to be far from any "poor little one-eyed kitty" people need to feel sorry for! Vets estimate him to be 2-3 years old and say he's been missing the eye from birth (a condition known as severe micropthalmia); his other eye isn't quite normal either, though at this point he seems to have good vision. He is indeed very friendly, but he's also one confident, rambunctious trouble-maker! My other cats are social but he was always on the go and would jump them just for something to do, and they hated it. At least he was good with my dog! I was REALLY desperate to get him rehomed at first though I knew it was unlikely. Over time, with careful management of integration and trying holistic remedies as well, things have gotten much better, if not yet perfect. But eventually I came to realize that I really love him and that the thought of having to give him to anybody else horrified me. He is the first to greet me at the door, follows me around like a dog, and loves to cuddle. So before Christmas I messaged the rescue and told them I wanted to adopt him. Now (admittedly no surprise to my friends!) Sinbad the troublesome foster is home forever.
Wasn't sure if I should post this or not, but; eh...
I found my little Jynx when he was about 6-8 weeks old, an older couple living down the road from us; who had my cat Xena after she got amnesia had come to us, asking if anyone around our home lost a cat.
They were not able to find anyone who had, and so everyone had assumed he was abandoned.
The second I heard this, I took of RUNNING toward their house, and ended up finding this little ball of fur and flees in their back yard.
I ended up bringing him back home in my arms, and we got him nice and healthy, and a member of our already large family... Of four dogs and six other cats!
He became quite a hyper active kitten, who would steal the egg off your plate and run away.
If you didn't give him the love he wanted, and were on the computer... He would run across it and without fail lock up your mouse each time!
My mother called him a Computer Jinx... and with that he was known as Jynx.
Later on, years down the road he would always call a certain friend of mine on Skype...
I had to have him put down on November 12th, 2014 ... About eight or nine years of companionship.
I miss him dearly.
It was April 2014 and my 9-year old Tabby boy, Cohen had just passed away. I had been living in my own apartment for less than a year and he had been great company. I was lonely and heartbroken and started thinking of the possibility of bringing another cat into my life. I began looking online at local humane societies and following various rescue groups on Facebook. I told myself that I was just looking to see what was out there, that it had only been a month and I wasn't quite ready yet. My plan had been to get a cat for my birthday in September. About two weeks after starting to look, one of the rescues posted a picture of a beautiful, 5-year old black cat with the title "Why doesn't anyone want Olivia?" My heart broke for this girl, who had been plucked off the street during a harsh Ontario winter. I immediately emailed the group and told them I wanted her. After waiting a week for them to look over my application, I was told that they thought we'd be a good fit. A few days later I was with my mom at Olivia's foster home. She was rolling around and rubbing her head up against my hand and giving head butts and the love I had for her right away was incredible. I got her home and she hopped out of her carrier and strutted around like she new she was home. She has the most incredibly soft fur I have ever felt, and she purrs the moment you touch her. She loves to sleep right up against me, and she makes me smile and laugh every day.
About a year ago, my husband and I spotted a skinny gray cat running through our complex. He definitely looked like a stray as he was very dirty and looked malnourished. I immediately followed him and gave him some food. He was incredibly skidish and fearful but I was very persistent. Anywhere he went, I followed and tried to get close enough to him to feed him. Eventually, he learned where we lived and moved on to our patio where we left food out every day. We put a bed out there and a cardboard scratcher - he was a happy, comfortable kitty. I got him neutered, dewormed, and vaccinated, which he was not happy about but I knew it was the right thing to do. When I took him home, I expected him to never trust me again and run away but he still hung out on our patio every day. He became best friends with our indoor cat and decided to adopt us as his forever family. We named him Brother. He now lives inside and loves it! He never wants to go outside! He's still skidish but he's playful like a kitten and purrs really loud. Recently I took him back to the vet and found out he has pneumonia and asthma. He also has messed up vertebrae from some kind of trauma and had 2 broken ribs at one point. It's sad to think about what he endured while being an outdoor cat but I'm happy he's safe now and getting the medicine he needs. My husband and I did not intend on getting a second cat but his lovable nature made it so easy for us to take him in. We also love that our indoor cat now has a buddy to play with while we are at work all day. Having two cats is so much fun. We feel so lucky to have found Brother.
One day in September 2004, I was at cross country practice in high school. We were all stretching after practice, when two of the team members approached us, holding a tiny kitten. As team manager, my coach instructed me to carry the cat back to the field so the rest of the team could finish. Gently picking up the small, white and black kitten, I went into the field and reluctantly placed him on the ground. As an animal lover, it was very difficult to leave him there. I started to walk back towards practice when I looked behind me. I saw him struggling to crawl through the tall weeds, attempting to follow me. Teary eyed, I knew I could not bring him back home, so I continued walking, leaving him behind.
Later that evening, I was having dinner with my sister and parents. I told them my story about the kitten, and how bad I felt leaving him behind. My parents, who have only owned a dog while we were growing up, have never owned a cat. My mom, feeling sorry for the kitten, volunteered to drive me back to the football field with my sister. Shortly after dinner, it was completely dark out but we pulled up to the high school football field. I stepped out of the car, calling "here, kitty kitty". Eventually, I heard meowing and found the same kittten I had seen earlier. I brought him into the car, and brought him home. At first, we tried to find out if someone had lost a cat nearby. After hearing no response, to my surprise, my parents decided that we could keep him. He was starving, had fleas, ear mites, and ringworm, and the vet had estimated he had been on his own for two weeks outside. We had him treated, and we spoil him daily. To this day, he has been a very cuddly, loyal cat. I am so lucky to have met him 10 years ago, at the football field. We named him Lucky :).
Living alone can be a challenge. I had given my little dachshund to my son and daughter in law because she had bonded with their Akita/lab mix dog. With everyone working, and being away from home, they were happy together.
Six months down the line my son came over with June and Princess. He saw their ad on Craig's List. Princess had just been fixed, after complications from her last litter. She could not produce anymore, so she was "free to good home" and they threw in June, her daughter, for good measure. June has questionable linage.
Princess is a long haired dachshund. I guess they kept it long as a selling point for the pups. I shaved her and it gave her such freedom. My girls are wonderful, loving, and learning new things out of the cage every day.
They sleep with me at night. They have a ritual. They don't settle down until they lick my feet. I have tried to hide my feet but they rip off the covers. Only time they skip the ritual is if I wear socks to bed.
I have had them for a couple years now, and can't imagine my life without them. /Users/Pamster/Desktop/IMG_4324.jpg
This is Ash, and she came to me through a friend of mine. She was one of the many kittens running around at our local community college that my friend went to. She was only 6 weeks old when she spotted him and just followed him around the campus for the entire day he was there to run errands for another friend. As she followed him all day, and he kept on texting me asking me if I wanted a kitten, how he was being stalked by a tiny ball of cute, and I kept on saying that she probably has a mom near by to go to! after a few hours of her following him and me getting texts about bringing her home, he finally sent me a text with a picture of her on his shoulder, looking out as if she had just conquered the world! And my friend is a really big guy, and the look on his face was just too cute not to let him finally take her home to me. Hes also the one who named her Ash, as she looked like a ball of soot following him on a breeze. Now shes home with me, happy as can be, waking me up with nibbles on my nose and demanding to be pet and held when I get home from work nearly every day. Shes my lap kitty and a good guard as she will growl at anything that she hears outside. When winter comes around, she gets so fluffy, that she gets a proper mane going on and can barely groom it its so long! She will even play fetch from time to time with a hair tie being thrown down the hallway, and on her way back with it in her mouth, she practically sachets her way back to me.
Ms. Ava Marie, came to live with us by a harrowing experience. She was found by a guard at Avon Park Correctional Facility in Florida. She was washed through a drain pipe during a storm and was found floating in a ditch with her brother. The kittens had drowned. The guard tried to save them both but her brother did not make it. My mom worked as a Nurse in the facility and after a few days the guard approached her about the cat. Her Mommy kitty was not taking to the kitten. So, Mom took the carrier to work and brought Ms. Ava home to me.
She was tiny, she fit in the palm of my hand. I wasn't sure she would live or not. She took to using the litter box right away and pestered old Tomtat, My Moms neutered male. (He has passed on, he lived to 18) She loved to play with him. Him not so much. But he accepted her as a"Roomie" He never was mean to her and put up with her kittenish ways. I used to make up funny stories about the two of them and the trips they would take, the problems and craziness they would get into or the situations she would get him into.
She has become my Best Buddy and she and I have many adventures together. Mostly me making them up and her looking at me as if to say, "Dad, be quiet I am resting". She loves me to read to her and she likes to beat me up. (She plays rough.) Mostly she runs the house and loves to play. She is 4 going on 5 years old now and is in great health and she love to rule her Kitty Palace. She is a wonderful friend. I love my Ava Marie.
In the picture I included, you can see her personality as she blows me a raspberry. That is My Ava, my special kitty. My kitty that saved me from being bored all the time and gave me happiness.
This isn't your usual rescue story about how I found my cat Acheron and rescued him. Our story is a little different so here it goes . . . I have always been a cat lover ever since I can remember so it was a shock when I couldn't have any cats at the first flat that I lived in when I moved out of home. I tried but found that I couldn't go for even a year without a cat; so a couple of years and a couple of cats came into my life and left thanks to a property manager and owners who didn't care. The owner of the units that I was living in sold them and as a result the real estate agency changed. This is when my life changed as well because the new owner allowed me to have a cat. It wasn't all that long afterwards that I went to the local RSPCA looking for a Silver Tabby thinking that that was the cat that I wanted. I never adopted the Silver Tabby because Acheron made it known that I would be his mama by escaping from the kitten cage and being a little character, so I took him home. That was around five years ago and in that time he has provided me a reason to live as I was suicidally depressed as well as suffering from undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder. He makes me smile with his kitty kisses and head butts when it comes to dinner time. He also protects me from my partner's cat when I hang the washing out. Acheron may not have been what I was looking for originally but God knew that he was what I needed and I am so thankful to have him in my life.