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One day, a year ago, I entered an antique store, to be followed in by another customer. Once inside, I heard screaming coming from her purse. It turns out that she had found a roughly 3 week old kitten trying to cross a very busy road. There were no other kittens around, no mother cat, and to boot, the kitten had a bad back leg. She was going to take it to the local SPCA, as she had a cat and her husband would not allow her to have another. The particular SPCA she was going to is not a NO-KILL shelter, so I feared they would put this little sweet thing down because of her leg, so I took her.
Millie has black hair right by her right eye that looks like she has a black tear, which makes her all the more endearing. She was not fully weaned, so I had to bottle feed her for the first week. Once she but the nipple off of the bottle, I knew she was ready for something more substantial. I took her to the vet; they casted what turned out to be a broken leg. The two little girls who live across the street from me helped me pick out her name…..Millie.
One year later, and this little sweetheart has stolen all of our hearts. My two older cats, who don't particularly like each other, ADORE her! They still preen her, and snuggle with her. The little girls across the street still come whenever they can talk their mom into it to visit Millie. I was not looking to have another cat, but she has been such joy, that I have been so happy and thankful that I have taken her in!
Our family was grief stricken when we had to send our 12 1/2 yr old Dachshund, Bruno to the rainbow bridge. We missed having a pet to love and love us more than you can imagine. When we decided to get another furry family member we made 1 decision & that would be to rescue. LIFE House for Animals was holding its Get Fit with Fido Friday night event for people to come out & walk the dogs, so we went. We asked to see Peanut & we were taken downstairs to the meeting room & I was handed this squirmy white little bundle of energy. After having an older calm dog I looked at this little puppy & thought are we up for this challenge..... We took him outside for a walk & he began to melt our hearts. We thought about him all weekend long & since the following Monday was a holiday for us we stopped by and visited with Peanut & submitted our application. We learned so much about Peanut during this visit as well as the work that's done at LIFE House. Two months earlier Peanut found himself at a high kill shelter & unfortunately was scheduled for euthanasia. On the day he was supposed to be euthanized a LIFE House volunteer saw his picture on an e-mail & made the decision to pull him & saved his life. She was eating Peanuts when she saw his picture and named him Peanut, LOL! While watching him play in the yard with the other dogs we asked the director why such a sweet little guy was still there and she said without hesitation that he had been waiting for us. At that very moment we knew that out of our grief love had filled our hearts again. We rescued Peanut but really Peanut rescued us from our sadness & taught us to love again. We are now volunteers at LIFE House & work to bring awareness to the joy of rescuing an animal.
My daughter lives in the same apartment complex that I do. Everyone in the apartments took turns feeding the stray cat that seemed to spend most of her time here, but none of us could take her in because we have dogs that aren't fond of cats. My daughter decided that she would take her in because the winter's here in Michigan get pretty harsh and she couldn't handle the thought of the cat being outside in the cold. She made a vet appointment for early morning and we decided to put the cat in her bathroom the night before so we wouldn't have to hunt for her in the morning. When we took her into the house she ran back out and we thought she was scared, so we went out with treats to coax her back into the house. Imagine our surprise when we found her under the stairs with a 6 week old baby. My daughter took mommy and baby to the vet, they were both healthy except that the mama had an allergic reaction to something she ate and her mouth was all swollen up. Her kids have named them Silly Sally and Cuddle Bug and they are both spoiled rotten. And I love it because I can go down to her apartment and get all the kitty love that I want and then go home and get doggy love from my two rescue babies.
It was a bright July morning and me and my long-time girlfriend had a very busy day ahead of us. We had plans to go on a hot air balloon ride to celebrate my birthday. Before we started I just had one stop left to make the day life-changing: the jewelry store to pick up the engagement ring.
While my love was busy, I left the house to pick it up. On the walk to my car, a woman and her daughter approached with a bundle in their hands. "Please," the woman implored, "we are trying to find a home for this cat, and you're our last hope." They had just come from the vet, but the cat had been hit by a car, had a broken jaw, was malnourished, and heavily sedated. She was a mess. At the time, it was my parents house, and we already had three cats. I replied, "No, thank you. I'm sorry, we just can't. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be on my way."
The mother was disappointed, but the little girl was even more sad. She started crying. My heart softened. "Alright. Give me the cat, we'll find a good home for it." Their faces lit up and their smiles went from ear to ear. I placed the cat on our porch with some food, told my parents about it and that we would deal with the cat later.
The day went off without a hitch. I picked up the ring, we had a fantastic hot-air balloon ride, and she said 'Yes'. We came home to find the drugs sedating the cat had wore off. She was scared out of her mind and ran into the basement.
We decided that since fate had given us this cat, she was tied to us. Over the next few years we rehabilitated her successfully. Her jaw healed, and she gained some weight. We moved out, took her with us, and she blossomed into the most amazing cat. We now can't imagine life without our little Mabe, our engagement kitty.
My husband and I were doing TNR with a cat colony that was at his job. While the cats were recuperating, we would keep them in our back yard. One of them would come to the glass doors and meow and watch us, so although we returned the others to their location, we kept this one in our yard. She loved the fake mice we threw her, and I coaxed her to take food from me. One day, we opened the doors to see what she would do- she strolled in and made herself at home!!! A couple of weeks later I noticed she was a little round! She was pregnant!!!!! All my friends wanted the kittens but once they were weaned, no one followed through. She ended up having 5 kittens under my bed, and we kept them all!!! The kittens are now 8 years old and it's a big happy furmily!!!!
I was out on patrol very late one night, when I saw this orange ball of fur run in front of my patrol vehicle. There were two guys chasing this ball of fur around, so I decided to stop and see what was going on. The ball of fur turned out to be a kitten, and the guys told me that they were trying to keep the kitten out of the street. No one claimed the cat, and he was covered with mud, feces, and matted hair. I scooped the kitten up, and the two guys rounded up a beer box and some newspaper. We seat-belted the box into the front seat and got the kitten settled in. My partner drove down to the gas station (the only place open at 3 a.m.) and bought some canned food. The kitten ate it up quickly, and I poured him some water and gave him a second can of food. He rode shotgun with me for the rest of my shift. Then I brought him home.
Since I already had two other rescues in the house, I had to keep the kitten in the garage the first night until we could go to the vet and get him checked. After a bath and some shaving, the vet said he was about 4-6 weeks old, and other than fleas, he was completely healthy. I didn't give him a name because the original plan was to foster him and find a good fur-ever home for him. But three weeks later, when someone came to check him out, he ran into my lap and stayed there. I was told, "he already found his home." Tigger's been my youngest "child" ever since.
The fence connecting my house with the neighbor behind me is 5 foot tall. Their house had been up for sale for a while, so no one lived there. I heard some meowing on the other side of the fence. Peeking over, I saw a couple of kittens. One of them looked like a kitten version of the other cat that a had. All white, with a blue eye and a yellow eye. He stared at me inquisitively. I smiled and talked to him as he just stared up at me with his head tilted slightly to one side. I went inside and grabbed some cat treats and tossed them over the fence. The mother of these obviously homeless cats, came out and chased her kids away, after seeing me. The next day I thought I would try and take the kitten and make him a family member, but the mother, fearing for her kittens, took them elsewhere...gone forever...until 4 months later at a pet store, the Humane Society was trying to find homes for some animals...to my amazement, the mom and the kittens were there. I knew it was "Chucky's" and my destiny to be together. I brought him home, and realized why he had previously stared at me so oddly. He was deaf. He is not any different than any other cat, besides the fact that he would knock things over...making a loud noise, which normally would scare a cat, stopping them from doing it again. When I would look at him, after he knocked something over, he would be like "what's the big deal?". He understands facial expressions and hand gestures...and you would never guess he is deaf. Every night Chucky insists on jumping into bed and receiving a good dose of petting...I am DEAFinately happy fate brought us together.
On a Friday night in August, my roller derby team hosted an open scrimmage at a local covered outdoor rink. The building was on one side of a parking lot facing a municipal pool and large wooded area.
Our coach, who fosters animals for a local shelter, went to her car to grab something, and came back in asking if anyone wanted a kitten. We don't know if it was living in the nearby woods or dumped. I already have an older calico female named Dorito, and in February, I got her a companion from the SPCA since between working and roller derby commitments, I hated to leave her alone so often. Beans, a 6-month-old black cat, loves Dorito, and while the two aren't best friends, she tolerates him and has enjoyed playing again. Given my small condo, I was not about to introduce a third cat, let alone a kitten.
Our coach was going to foster the kitten, but she had four large foster dogs at her house...not the ideal place for an 8-week-old kitten. She asked every single person in the rink that night, and no one wanted it. I even called my parents to see if they could help out, and my dad said absolutely not.
Then our coach walked in with the kitten, who had still been pacing outside. My heart instantly melted. I held the kitten and she purred nonstop and just nuzzled in my arms. I couldn't bear to put her down for a second...I had to take her. Now, her and Beans are the bestest friends and do everything together. Of course we named her Derby. I cannot imagine my life without her, and every day she nuzzles me as if to say "Thank you for rescuing me!"
We went down to our local animal shelter to renew our dog licenses, and as we were there we noticed the extreme amount of cats available for adoption. As i had wanted a cat for months i went over to look at them and Pumpkin immediately caught my eye, on the sign pinned to her cage said she was a 7 month old black and white female cat that liked dogs. Perfect for me! and she was rubbing up against the cage she was in to be stroked and meowed at me every time i was in sight. I just had to have this cat. I talked to both my parents about it and they both agreed that i could get her. Due to a black cat sale being on she was only 10 dollars. I got her out of that cage and took her home. She was a little weary at first of my dogs but after about 2 days she was completely comfortable around them. She now loves to play with my 2 year old Bichon/Poodle cross. They are always chasing each other and rolling about together. She is a fantastic addition to our family!
We found George at Halo rescue center, my mother was upset at the recent loss of her mother and we already had two bichons that had flown over with us from England. So we went looking for another dog, George was from a puppy mill as a breeding dog and he had lived there for approximately 6 years. When we met him it was immediately apparent that he was no normal dog, he didn't ever look up nor was he able to walk up stairs. But even though we saw the obvious challenges we would have to face with him, we knew we just had to have him. Once he came home with us he was quiet and scared but after a few weeks he seemed to settle in a little, he got along well with our other dogs.
Now he is a robust strong dog that tumbles and plays with our new poochon. He even sits on our knees for cuddles. Even though George will never be 100% normal, he was definitely worth the effort.