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In September of 2013 I had an opportunity to go back to work full time. I was so excited until I realized I had a 4 month old kitten at home that was going to be very very bored being alone all day long. I decided to be proactive and took myself to Petsmart in search of an interactive toy that might keep him amused. I made my way to the cat toy isle and came face to face with an adoption event being run by the local TNR. I made my way up an down the isle looking over my choices but my eyes kept drifting to all the kittens in the long line of cages. I looked at the kittens then back at the toys, looked at the kittens then back to the toys The TNR volunteers could tell I was lurking because it's doesn't take 20 minutes to sum up the choices in front of you. Among all the kittens there was only one that kept drawing my attention, she was the smallest of all the kittens and she just looked defeated. All the other kittens were napping or playing among themselves, all but her. She sat and stared at the cage floor giving off a vibe that she had just given up. While I watched people would pick her up (she is VERY cute) and then put her back because she had no reaction to them. After a long episode of lurking one volunteer asked me if I wanted to hold one. I said "No..no..no...yes of coarse I want to hold one. Can I hold her?" That was all it took, I said yes and the volunteer pulled out the forms for me to sign. While I was paying my fee and signing my life away I was told that she had been found being tossed around by a group of kids. A friend of the organization took her away from the kids and tried to find her mother but could find no trace of mommy or siblings. Home she went and we named her Mayuri.
Dragon came to us in 1997. His mom was abused and my grandson rescued her. Little did we know that on July 4, 1997, she'd bring four little furballs into our lives. They were around 6 weeks old and didn't even have their teeth, yet. Dragon was the roly poly and runt of the babies. His siblings found forever homes and he and his mom stayed with us. Dragon lost his eye due to a bird protecting it's nest. About the time his eye was healing, we had him neutered. All this happened while we were in the process of moving. During one of the truck loadings, Dragon ran out the door and disappeared. We searched for him every day, even after we moved, but couldn't find him. Our hearts were breaking because we didn't know if he made it or not. Then, exactly one year later, a neighbor from the old neighborhood called and said she saw our cat at the old house at that moment. We rushed over to the old house and Dragon ran to my oldest daughter as soon as he saw her. We cried so hard and he didn't want to leave her arms. That was 10 years ago. At 17 years old, Dragon is now living the life of Riley. He has a hard time seeing from his only eye, and his little legs and feet don't always want to go where he wants them to, but he's happy and enjoying his life with his new playmates. We can see that his time is coming close and it breaks our hearts but, when he does cross Rainbow Bridge, his ashes will sit on the shelf with his moms and his aunts. Until then, he'll be king of the house in every way.
Tiger Lillie (soon renamed Lillie) came to me in a round about way. I had just been dumped by a long term boyfriend and was fighting extreme depression as well as loneliness. I had been browsing for a kitty to adopt but could never get him on board (we still lived together but in separate rooms). One night a friend contacted me asking me if I could take in a little kitten her friend's family was trying to rehome. The owner was one of their daughters who was never really home to take care of the kitten and they already had a full grown cat and a baby in the house. I was reluctant at first but told her I would discuss it with my ex and hope for the best. Against all odds he agreed we could take her in and the next day I blew half my pay check on kitty necessities and picked her up. From the moment she first entered my house and displayed her wonderful quirky personality I was in love. She's the first cat i've ever known to give legit kisses and she also enjoys sitting on your shoulder like a parrot while you sit in her favorite chairs (aka all of them). Half the time my room looks like a toddler lives there because of all the cat toys around for her to play with! Bringing her into my home has been the best decision I could have ever made. She is with me constantly from the time she wakes me up for breakfast till the time we both snuggle down for bed. Sometimes even going as far to sit right on the rim of the bathtub the entire time I bathe or right on the counter waiting for me to get out of the shower. Cats can change your life and are truly some of the most intelligent and loving creatures out there.
My husband and I were going out for ice-cream. To get to the place we have to cross a large woodland where no one lives, so there are no houses. There is just one road through it. On the way we spotted two friends on bicycle, so we stopped at the only parkingspace along the wooded area.
Talking to our friends, I suddenly heard a high-pitched mieww sound, looked down and saw a tiny 8 week old kitten standing in between us four adults. The kitty looked up stretching his neck and meowed as hard as he could, calling out for help. He let me pick him up as if he had always known me. I considered talking him to the pound but immediately changed my mind. Okay, so I already had 18 cats at home, but one more wouldn’t be a problem, would it.
So I put him in the car and we talked some more. When we were ready to drive again, I suddenly saw a second kitten, standing by the passenger’s side. Scooped him up as well, put him in the car. Then saw a third baby, this one more shy and frightened and ready to run away. My husband and friends tried to catch it by circling round, but I said no, this won’t work. So I lay down on my belly and coaxed her to me and grabbed her by the scruff the minute she was near.
Three extra kittens was just too many to keep, this would not do.
But after seeing them all three lounging and sunning themselves on the dashboard while we were having our ice-cream, I melted. We are 1 year further now and they’re my rambunctious triplets. Hero is the one who first alerted me to their presence (hence his name), the others are called Carlito and Pauline (after the two friends we met on the way). I wouldn’t miss them for the world.
How can people be so cruel to leave a whole unwanted litter out in the woods to die ? Shame on them !
A friend of mine posted she had rescued a cat from an abusive home and was hoping someone would adopt him. She had too many cats already and we’d talked about getting a third cat but I wasn’t sure it would ever happen. When I told my husband about this cat it just felt right so we said we’d give it a try as we worried mostly how our other cats would handle him. Right away Archie was incredibly sweet with me but could bite if he got scared but would viciously bite my husband as he was scared of men. Our boy cat Miles did not like Archie at all and hid on top of the cabinets, he seemed miserable. For a while we really didn’t think it would work but we were afraid to give him up as he really needed a family. Eventually he calmed down and was aggressive less and less and now he doesn’t just attack for no reason except occasional warning bites. Even the other cats seemed to have warmed to him and have gone back to normal. He’s unbelievably sweet and I’m so glad we gave him a chance
One day when I was living with my sister I was cooking some pork chops on the stove when I heard the loudest meow out of nowhere that nearly scared me out of my skin. It came from a little gray and white kitty on our porch who had smelled the food through the window and was obviously very hungry. We gave her something to eat and from then on she never went hungry again.
She stayed on our porch for a month or two, having gotten very comfortable in a cardboard box. We weren't sure about bringing her inside because we couldn't have a cat in our apartment and my sister had 4 rabbits. Then we noticed that she was definitely sick. Her eye was always shut and her ears had mites. So we decided to take her to the vet. The moment that this scared little kitty curled up on my lap in the vet's office is when I fell in love. That was also when I decided to name her Porkchop to commemorate how she came to us.
We found out a little while later that she was pregnant and soon we had more kitties than we could handle! Eventually, we found 4 of them homes and I moved out, keeping porkchop and her look-a like-son Mochi. He's on the right in the picture. As you can see he grew to be much bigger than her!
I'm so glad that Porkchop came to our door so that we could rescue her and her 5 kittens. It wasn't all easy though. It took some time for her to stop being a street cat. She ran away a few times, but she always came back. She wasn't always the nicest kitty either, and I have the scars to prove it. But a little love and a lot of patience can change everything. Now she is my sweetest friend and there is hardly a moment in the day when she isn't on my lap purring. I know she's thankful too.
I had never thought that I would have a cat until I met this little one. We had rescued a stray named serinity and she gave birth to four beautiful little kittens. The other three were given away and no one wanted one specific kitten, Mocha. I named her mocha because of how her fur color reminded me of hot mocha haha. I had no job so it was really hard to rely on my significant other to pay for her supplies. Mocha's mother disappeared as my mother in law did not want her in the house and threaten that she would leave her at a park. I had to find a home for mocha's mother desperately. I was so angered that they only wanted mocha because they loved kittens not cats. It was now up to me and my significant other. Later in time mocha grew into a loving kitty. In time we gave mocha's mother to a person I can trust to give her a good home because soon we are moving to another state. And I couldn't take mocha with me because our roommates we are moving in with has a Black Labrador. I cried so much tears when I heard I had to give mocha away. I gave mocha away to a relative and I know that she would be given to a better home than where I am now. When I gave mocha away on the front porch to the relative she looked back at me and reached out her paws to me. I couldn't take it and ran to my husband crying while hearing her carried away and crying. It was for the best I told myself and I knew she will be well while I'm away. I told myself and my husband that when we move. I will adopt a cat who needs love and a home to go too because every animal deserves it. And so mocha my best friend and baby girl will always be my kitty and I have now became one of the cat lovers.
These 2 babies were rescued years ago from a demolished grain elevator by a friend of mine. They were tiny, days-old kittens with umbilical cords still attached and their eyes were not open yet when they were brought to me. One was nearly demolished himself - his leg broken near the hip, jaw broken in 2 places, big gash across his stomach. The healthier baby did all he could to comfort the injured one. After they'd survived eye-dropper feedings & warming massages and baths for 24 hours, the gray tabby was named Greely (the name of the torn-down elevator.) The smaller and more fragile baby fought for life with admirable tenacity and was called Tuff. Greely always curled up under his little brother to keep him warm without putting weight on him. Tuff never developed normally, although his wounds healed. He had epilepsy and other disabilities, including a fear of heights and total lack of feline grace. Our Border Collie and his kitty brother, Greely, watched over him and his human family tended to his every whim for the 2 years of his life. Both cats loved to go for rides in the car and worked in an office Monday through Friday where they greeted people who came to visit them. Greely lived a long and happy life, adopting and caring for several other kittens during his years with us.
We had been thinking about getting another dog for a while. Our little old man 20+ year old Luis was ailing and we were worried that our other dog Bear, a 2 year old JRT cross, would be heartbroken when the inevitable came. We decided to wait. One day a photo of Viola popped up on Puppy Rescue Spain’s Facebook page. She was not a pretty dog, a skinny, awkward black pup with long ears. She and her siblings had been thrown in the garbage bin to die (two didn’t make it) before being saved by some kind soul. Now they were off to their new homes in Germany. A few weeks later, they posted Viola’s photo again. Her adoption had fallen through. Poor thing said my husband. A couple weeks later, he asked if Viola had found a home. She hadn’t. Not long after, he said maybe we could meet Viola and see. He was a goner. And Bear approved. Viola turned out to be quiet and sweet, a total cuddle bug. She was nothing but bones but she totally trusted us and jumped into my lap right way. We took her home and renamed her Cookie because she was so sweet. It was tough at first. Cookie was completely unsocialized, not housebroken, and had massive food anxiety. There were accidents and she would steal Bear’s dinner but now she has grown up to be a lovely dog. The puppy with the jutting ribs and hip bones has filled out and more than doubled in size and is now a gorgeous, well behaved Pointer mix who towers over her sister. She greets us with an excited yodel every day when we return from work. Cookie brings so much love to our home. I can’t believe anyone could throw her away like she was garbage.
Meet Lucky (the golden boy) and Tish (tuxedo girl). Both are rescue cats.
A few short months after our dog died and I had sworn to never get any more fur babies, my husband brought Lucky home from his work place one Monday morning. He had been found in a field behind the barn /workshop on the Saturday by a co-worker, all alone and crying pitifully, he was about 5 weeks old,. He was put him in the barn with some food and water. Hubby decided that was no place for a tiny kitten and brought him to me during his coffee break. I had a hoodie on with a pouch in the front and placed the scared little mite in the pouch, where he spent a few hours being toted around by me everywhere I went. After a good feed of tuna which he scoffed hungrily, we went to buy supplies and food for the little guy.
Tish was rescued from a no-kill animal shelter about 6 months later. She chose me.
We asked if we could foster her to see if Lucky would accept her or not, however, she started sneezing on the way home from the shelter and it quickly developed into a respiratory disease that is common in the shelter. We took her to the vet and the shelter paid the bill and waived any fee we would have had to pay for her, but unfortunately she passed it on to Lucky who was sicker than Tish and I thought he was going to die. Happily he pulled through but he just tolerates Tish.
Less than a year later my husband passed on, and now I always say that my two cats were sent to me to make my life worth living, I don't know what I would do without their loving companionship.