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After losing my two precious babies suddenly one month apart at the age of 14, I thought I would never recover. My husband and I decided after 4 months that is was time to adopt two more kitties. Our hearts were broken and needed new babies to help our grieving. We have so much love to give, not having human children of our own. So we went to our local county animal shelter looking for our new loves. As my husband passed one cage, a paw came out and grabbed him by the shirt sleeve. The volunteer opened the cage so we could hold her and her sister. They were four months old, very tiny, and very sick. As we held them, the baby my husband was holding gave him a kiss, and the one I was holding licked the tears off my cheek. We looked at the card on their cage, which said they would be "put down" THAT DAY if not adopted. Our minds were made up instantly! A week later we picked them up from the vet. It took a while to nurse them back to health, but love is very powerful. Today we are one big happy family, and they are healthy and oh so spoiled.
I found Oliver on Kijiji... his first Mum and Dad had to find a new home for him because they were moving to a place which did not allow pets. Next stop: Animal Services. They had a 1 bedroom apartment, and I took him home to my 2 storey semi, where he promptly hid in the basement for almost a month. Eventually he came out and got to know our Golden, Molson and our other cat, Courtney. He loves to doze on the back of the sofa, or keep me company purring beside my pillow at night.
Mickie was a stray. We think that she's a Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix. When we found her at the Kauai Humane Society, she was about six months old. Three and a half years later, we can't imagine life without her. She is very affectionate, intelligent, and energetic. She loves to hike, fetch, and ride on the back of our motorcycle.
She was an "outlaw on the run", found feral in the back alleys of Denver and hauled off to "jail" (Cat Care Society Shelter) where her wounds were healed and food plentiful. When we entered her play area to have a closer look, she velcroed herself to us, and well, we had to take her home. She is now 15 months and because of her notorious kittenhood of fending for herself on the streets, she behaves somewhat like a border collie, keeping track of everyone's location from points on high above the kitchen cabinets. "Pearl" is affectionate but won't lower herself to actually cuddle yet. Perhaps in time. Nonetheless, she's gone straight, no longer an outlaw on the run. She has found her forever home.
It was the hottest day of the year. My boyfriend's brothers were riding their bikes downtown and ended up riding down a side street. They passed a cardboard box sitting on the sidewalk. They heard something coming from inside the box and opened it to find 2 small kittens with no food or water... just a blanket and a toy there. They took the box home and news among friends spread. I lost my cat 3 years before and didn't think I could have another one because my dad is allergic. We brought them to my house to play with them and show them to my parents. We fed them canned chicken and milk. They were so cute and I wanted one. I had to talk my parents into letting me have one which obviously worked because I am now loving and caring for him 3 years later.
Her Mama birthed her little family in the front seat of a Caterpillar tractor that was on-site in the housing buildup around Las Vegas. When the tractor was loaded up on a semi trailer to be housed in a warehouse in town, Mama cat leaped out with the other babies we later found out from the owner/driver.
Talma was found, howling up a storm, by my daughter, who was working in a warehouse space next door setting up a Halloween Haunted House. The kitten was up in the engine of the Caterpillar covered in motor grease.
She put her in an office room nearby where she was working only to come back and hear her again howling because she had gotten into an open desk drawer and it closed shut with her!
She has been my best friend for over 10 years now and with her being so very vocal and talks a lot still, I am proud that I have taught her to say Mama and she says it very clearly!
Clever girl she is.
Esther showed up on a cold afternoon and so I let her in to get warm. She curled up in a ball in my lap and went to sleep. Before dark, I let her out to go home but she returned so I let her in again not wanting her to get cold during the night. This went on for weeks as I searched for her home. One morning standing on the back porch watching she and my other 2 Boston's play, Esther ran and fell down the back stairs. I got to her and found her front legs were just hanging and broken. I rushed her to the vet and it was confirmed she needed surgery that I just couldn't afford. The vet said he could try casts and would know in 3 weeks if that would work, so I decided to try and take care of her as she would be totally dependant on me. In the course of her hospital stay the vet recognized her and called her owners, who told them to put her down. The vet offered her to me then. She did well in the casts for 8 weeks and now life wouldn't be the same without her - that was 4 years ago!!. She walks on her back legs most of the time and when she runs she has a bunny hop, so of course people just fall in love with her when they meet her. She's my Baby "Queen" Esther.
DeeDee was born in the Bronx and was found living on the streets with her Mom when she was just 6 weeks old. Thanks to a pet assistance program they were taken in, brought to health and put into a foster home to prepare for adoption.
When my husband and I first met DeeDee she rode into the room on the back one of her housemates - a rather large Pit Bull! We fell in love and now she lives a pampered life with her handsome live in boyfriend Hunter.
My sister in law and I found Quinn spinning in circles on the double yellow lines of a busy high way. She had a pup with her and had an extension cord wrapped around her neck several times.When we stopped the car to scoop them up, the look of pleading misery in her eyes crushed my soul. They were both infested with fleas and covered with sores. She still has the scars where the cord cut into her neck. After a few weeks of careful tending we found a wonderful home for her pup, whom the family named "Banjo".
It took several months to break her of the habit of hoarding every single piece of food she was given. She would then go into the yard to dig up grubs and worms to eat.
Six years and 15lbs. later, she's still with us. The love and gratitude in her eyes is unmistakable. She loves children and lets my 2 young ones climb all over her, but can be fiercely protective of them when strangers are around. She loves my 3 ancient, 18 year old cats and lets them eat from her bowl, and yodels and hops up and down like a yoyo when she sees that it's snowing.
I never regretted stopping the car that day, and am so glad we found each other. A truer friend I've never had.
Who saves whom I wonder? Bereft from the loss of my 18 year old Siamese two years ago, I finally couldn't continue in a furless household one day longer, so I went on line to the Rocky Mountain Siamese Rescue site and wondered if this little bundle could be my new 4 legged love. This very busy little boy was 3 months when I brought him home and he fills the house with his enormous personality, affection and warmth every single day. I am saved. "Gem" is also the perfect model for my pet portrait oil painting.