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I was bringing groceries to a family in need. When I pulled up, I noticed two kittens walking around the front yard, but no mother cat. One kitten was gray and white and investigated everything. The other was a brown tabby, and tried to make itself smaller by hiding in a cinder block. I'm drawn to anyone who needs help, so I commented to the dad as we unloaded the groceries from my car. "Your kittens are so cute!" His face appeared sad and he said, "They showed up a week ago. There was a mother cat but she left." Uh oh. I said, "If you like, I'll take the kittens to our vet and find homes for them." He jumped on my offer because had no way to care for the kittens. So, I left with the two flea-infested, mewling kittens, each one no bigger than my hand. Arriving at our vet, the staff immediately jumped in to help. I later brought the kittens home, intending to foster them until they could be adopted. I knew that my husband wouldn't want a third cat, but I simply couldn't leave the kittens there, likely to die. So, they lived in our bathroom, and I bathed them twice a day for two weeks to keep the fleas at bay and away from our other cats. I promised that I would find homes for the kittens and I meant it. Just as I found a home for the 2nd kitten, my husband stopped me, "We can keep the brown tabby one, if you want." My husband had a special fondness for brown tabbies and this one was full of spirit. The vet told us initially that the kitten was a boy. Then a few weeks later, the vet told us during Buster's check up, "Turns out, this brown tabby is a girl." I laughed out loud because she sure doesn't act like it! Buster still loves wrestling with and chasing her two big brothers-- she certainly isn't the dainty type, and almost three years later, she still makes us laugh!
Oliver was found wandering around a construction site in late January of 2015. He was so dirty his coat looked grey in color and he was so afraid. Animal services was called to try to catch him and bring him to the vet hospital that was near by because no one else could catch him. He was very mean and guarded when first brought to the vet due to a shoe lace being tied so tightly around his neck that it had dug into his skin. Once the vet was able to put him under and remove the string, which required surgery and stitches all around his neck, he became a sweet cat. He lost his ability to meow because of the string. He also lost the fur on his ears, the vet believes it is due to frostbite. My mom called the vet every day as he was recovering to check on him and let them know that we wanted him. And my sister went to visit him during that time also. A week later we brought him home.
For the first few weeks he hid in a room in the basement and would only come out for my mom. We found out he was really a white and orange cat after awhile. He eventually grew to love and trust all of his humans and he absolutely adores his kitty siblings. He has found his furrever home and is much loved.
2012 and 2013 were hard years for me. There was a divorce I didn't see coming and the loss of my job. I was very depressed. I have always taken comfort in my furr babies. One Saturday, my daughter and I were headed into a PetSmart for cat food. They were having adoption day. I didn't even make it in the door. There was this tiny, scared teacup Chihuahua sitting in a barrier fence. I noticed she was off by herself and she wasn't interacting with anyone. She then put her little paws up to stand against the fence "asking" to be let out. Her foster mother, an older woman, immediately let her out. Something inside me told me to go talk to this lady. I did. I took this little dog home and discovered she was malnourished, sick with a parasite, had lost many of her teeth, and was abused. It became my mission to heal this little being. Two years later, that little dog is my love and life. Because of her, I rejoined living. I have a great job and have even taken the plunge into a new relationship. Mia goes with me everywhere I can possibly take her. She is full of personality and spunk! What a transformation!
My husband and I both knew we wanted a cat - and not even 12 hours after we talked about it a little white cat about 5 weeks old showed up on our street - crying so loud for such a tiny body. We had no cat food so we put out water and milk and put "cat food" on the grocery list for that afternoon. Later that day as I pulled into our lot I saw he made himself a comfy spot right on one of our patio chairs. I slipped food outside and left him to eat alone without me pestering him to come in. It poured that night and he stayed on our porch all night (We spent the night staring at him from the bedroom window!)
Morning came and we had high hopes of seeing him again. We heard that hurricane irene was coming in less than 48 hours . We included cat supplies on our supply list - in hopes of getting him just in time. We were really worried that if we didn't get him he wouldn't make it - he was too little to survive.
Later, we waited patiently with the patio door cracked and tuna inside. After 4 long hours - he finally popped in. Within just a few hours of being inside - he was a purring machine! Less than a day later - hurricane irene left our building surrounded by flood waters and down trees. I guess we can never know if he would've made it but I'm glad we didn't have to wonder. Now he is your average everyday roly poly kitty, loving windows, laps, ribbons and salmon snacks - except he isn't so average. We love him very much and life wouldn't be the same without him!
In the beginning of August 2014 my Kaleigh passed away at the age of 14 after a brief but horrible struggle with cancer. We were all sad and in mourning, but I was devastated. Our home was missing not just my little girl, but the energy that a cat can provide. Even our pup was feeling it, so we decided to go to the SPCA and adopt a cat or possibly two.
At the SPCA we worked with a great guy named Dave, described our current situation and that we had a dog, and told him we were looking for two cats that were different ages and if possible were an established pair. I had always figured we'd get a younger pair, but he mentioned that he had an adult, mother/son pair who had arrived a couple of weeks earlier. Rosie was about 6 or 7, and Jude was 4 or 5, and after a brief intro in a quieter room, they were coming home with us; they just seemed so friendly and patient and curious, but maybe a little lost, they weren't thriving in all the chaos. Our daughter was in love with the fact that Rosie was Jude's mama, and I figured we could all help each other.
It's been 8 months, and they are such a vital, warm part of our family and they helped me through my grief more than probably anything or anyone could have. Jude is my goofy, sweet little boy who loves cuddles, and Rosie is my tough, sweet, mama cat who asks for hugs and shares my husband's chair with him. They love my daughter and are so patient with her. They're curious, affectionate and sweet, and I am so grateful we found them. We all lucked out that day.
I had gone down to our local big city animal shelter several years ago to pick up a mama cat and her four, week-old kittens that I had agreed to foster for a local rescue organization. While I was there waiting for the young family to be brought up, I asked about a kitten that I had seen the previous day on a Facebook page devoted to sharing “code red” animals that were in danger of being put to sleep. The kitten’s post didn’t include much information about her and hadn’t solicited much interest from other people. The tech that was helping me looked in her computer but couldn’t find any information, so she left the room to search for the kitten and then came back when she couldn’t find her. Another tech had entered the room so we asked her if she knew anything about the missing kitten. The second tech put her head down and waved her hand away in another direction. The tech that was helping me darted out of the room and soon brought in a cage with a pitiful tortishell kitten that was soaked in her own urine and diarrhea. She explained to me that she had had to retrieve the kitten from the euthanasia room. “Do you want to take her?” she asked me with pleading eyes. “Yes” I said.
Other than being thin and her digestive issues which we got under control, she was perfectly healthy. Her name “Grace” fits her perfectly: “mercy, clemency, pardon, favor or goodwill, elegance or beauty of form.” She is my funny girl and purrs louder than any of the other cats in the household, and she was meant to be saved and loved.
After losing our 13 year old male Dalmatian to a seizure, we needed to fill our empty home with happiness again and wanted to rescue a female Dalmatian. After weeks of searching the internet, a friend was volunteering at the Humane Society when a little female Dalmatian was brought in and she called me. I immediately went to adopt her and was advised she was quarantined for kennel cough. I called every day to see if she had been released. The day finally came and I adopted her on the spot. She was approx. nine mos. old at the time. She is absolutely the sweetest most precious dog I have ever owned. Since we don’t have children she is our baby girl and completed our family perfectly. She was meant to be ours. She just had a detour along the way. Now at the age of 12, she has the beginning stages of kidney failure. We don’t know how much longer we will have her but I thank God every day for my baby Daisy and the unconditional love and joy she has brought to both me and my husband.
In the spring of 1999 I went to the local SPCA in Pennsylvania to look at the kittens, still undecided if I was actually going to adopt one. They had a big enclosed play area in the middle of the room with lots of cute kittens playing and rolling around, but this one little guy sitting in the corner caught my eye. He was a black, brown and white tiger with stripes on his back & spots on his belly. The staff said he'd come in with his 2 siblings (including his sister who was orange with big black spots). They were only 5 weeks old and too young to go home yet, so I decided to take some time to think about it and perhaps come back another day. As I walked out of the room, he sat there with this forlorn look on his face as if to say "Are you coming back for me??". That night I couldn't stop thinking about that sweet little ball of fur, so I went in the next day and told them I'd be adopting him. Over the years we've been so blessed by all the joy he's brought us. He loves chasing tennis balls, plastic that crinkles, catnip, snuggling with anyone who has a soft blanket and long afternoon naps in the warm sunshine. He's definitely used a few of his 9 lives doing crazy things over the years, but is still healthy and going strong! He's also very vocal with his meowing and howling, always making sure we know what he's thinking. Today is his sweet 16th birthday & we're looking forward to many more years with this loveable guy! Happy birthday, Baxter!
It was an unusually warm December day when I met her outside on my patio. I thought she had a home until my neighbor told me otherwise. He said he'd seen a van stop on our busy road. Someone opened the van door, tossed out this beautiful calico girl BY HER TAIL and drove off! My neighbor tried to chase after the van and get the license number but they sped off too fast. He'd been feeding the kitty since then but really needed to find her a home and asked if I could take her. I wanted to help but didn't think I could do it; I already had cats and worried how everyone would get along. It broke my heart but I said "no".
Later that night I was in my living room watching TV when the kitty showed up at my patio door. She looked right at me as if to say, "Mama, I'm home!" I felt like she belonged here so I let her in. It was a week before Christmas so I named her "Noel". She was about seven months old and eventually settled in perfectly with the rest of the family. It was as if she was truly meant to be here.
Over the years Noel became known for her extremely loud purr and love of stealing my pillow every night. She acted like she owned the place and in a way she did. Noel certainly owned my heart and the hearts of everyone who met her. She was one of the sweetest, funniest cats I've ever known. Sadly, I had to say goodbye to her a few weeks ago when she left this world shortly before her 14th birthday. I carry her in my heart and am so grateful for every day we had together.
I already have four cats and my husband and I had no interest in adopting another. But we always visited the rescue kittens at Petsmart when doing our cat food shopping. We saw this orange kitten in Dec. Cute as can be, he was around eight weeks old and had CH (cerebellar hypoplasia). He weebled and wobbled around Petsmart but was outgoing and friendly and I figured he would be adopted quickly. Over the next month, I kept seeing the kitten at Petsmart and kept thinking, "he's still a kitten, he's cute, he'll get adopted". Then life intervened and I didn't shop at Petsmart for a few months.
Fast forward to March 2015. My husband and I went into Petsmart to get food and supplies and I saw this cat up for adoption. Orange, crouched, huddled in the corner of his cage, he looked unapproachable. I walked up and asked, "that isn't the CH kitty, is it?" I was told yes. No one had adopted him and he was starting to cave to the stress. He growled and hissed at us as we reached out and the volunteer had fresh scratches. I asked how old he was and she told me 7 months. I was amazed. How had no one taken this cute little kitten home? She said, "Everyone feels sorry for him, but no one wants him."
My husband and I looked at each other. He sighed and said, "we don't want five cats." I said, "I know." We looked at each other a bit longer and then filled out the application and brought him home. The first 48 hours, he hissed and growled at all of us. But then, he realized he was home. He hasn't hissed or growled since. He falls over a lot, but he is special and sweet and loving. He provides us with a reminder of resilience and strength. He purrs all the time. He is our little Peanut and we love him to pieces!