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Kitten in the Road at a Stop Sign

When my husband and I got our first place in 1993 I announced that I needed a kitten. He said he’s not a cat person. I adopted a baby tabby from the shelter, he named Jimmi and they quickly bonded. After a year clearly he was my Husbands cat! It was mid summer and we had picked up a used car, late that night we decided to go for a drive. On our way back at a stop sign was a kitten standing in the middle of the road! He said if you catch him you can keep him! Seconds later I was pulling him out of the bushes. His eyes were crusted shut, crusty nose,ears black with mites, and covered in fleas. I named him Puzzle. The vet said he probably wouldn’t make it. I had the privilege of his companionship for almost 18 years. Was so hard to say goodbye. A year later a similar looking cat showed up on my deck. I call her a gift from my Angel Puzzle.

Mrs. O
Hartland, WI

The tremendous trio- the rescues that rescued me.

I’d just lost the last of my two boy cats and I’d convinced myself I didn’t want another cat. It had been a trying time and I’d been through loss of my mother and a lot of change. I thought I just needed to collect myself and try to move forward. During this time, my husband wanted a dog. It wasn’t easy at first to find what we wanted because the pure bred lab we thought we wanted was out of our price range. I suggested a slightly older dog and my husband agreed. After an intense search of Petfinder.com, Our rescue lab came from Taipai and he’s been Daddy’s shadow ever since.

I also adopted a tortie cat locally since I’ve always loved the spirit in these cats. My husband swore the cat and dog would bond and live harmoniously ever after. I was skeptical, but he was right! They are tolerant of one another and I couldn’t’ be happier. I actually think the tortie is in love with the dog.

Lastly, I happened to befriend an adorable little feral cat that lived in the neighborhood and she was very affectionate to me. Thankfully my husband was okay with me taking her in, so she was spayed, microchipped, vaccinated etc.. She rounded out our tremendous trio. Our animal family comes together of all rescues (within 4 months). We worked at Scent swapping and helping them all adjust. I’m happy to report that they’re all doing fine.

The moral to this story is that as much as we rescued them, they rescued us too. They filled the house with soo much joy.

Patricia
San Jose, CA

The lady said, "Just throw it in the trash..."

My husband was taking his usual route through a neighborhood during his rounds at work and saw a tiny black & white kitten peeking out of a hole. He stopped to help the little fella since he seemed stuck. The kitten was "peeping" his head off! He was so young (about 3-4 weeks) that he didn't have his "mew" yet. My husband saw a woman outside of her house and went over to ask her if the kitten was hers. She said no, and to, "Just throw it in the trash..." It took everything he had not to scream & yell at her for being so cruel and heartless! After trying a few more houses he found no one would claim this little B&W baby, and found no other littermates or momma. So, he found a box at work and brought him home.

Squat is now 13 years old, and as you can see, a very, very happy boy so worthy and appreciative of a loving home... instead of the trash...

Miss Carol
Tomball, TX

No Place for a Kitten!

I first saw Eloise as I was driving through a fast-food restaurant for coffee on the way to work. Something darted in front of the car next to mine and leaped into the grassy median. It was a tiny tabby kitten with most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen! Judging from her clean, well-fed appearance, it was obvious she had just been abandoned - and just didn't know it yet. I didn't have time to stop, but the image of that helpless kitten stayed with me all day. After work, I went back to the restaurant to look for her, in vain. I guessed (hoped) that someone else had picked her up. Another week went by, and suddenly there she was again, scampering in front of my car! I began to leave food for her near the recycling bins, but she would never let me get closer than a few feet.

Finally I knew I had to get serious. A restaurant parking lot is no place for a kitten! I rented a trap from the animal shelter, taped on my phone number and baited it with a plate of tuna. Within a few hours, I got a call from the restaurant manager: "Come and get this cat right now!" I took her straight to the vet, who pronounced her "about four months old, very robust and very FERAL." They suggested it would likely take months to tame her. The first two days she hid and wouldn't come out. Then she would come out when I brought food, but kept a wary eye on me. The next few days, I lured her with a "fishing pole" toy; she'd chase it, but never come near. On day nine, when I came in with her food, she didn't run away! Slowly I knelt down and reached out a hand. She crept a little closer, and suddenly I was touching her. Within minutes, she was purring; the sweetest sound I'd ever heard!

Eloise has been with me for a month and a half and is the most loving cat I have ever known.

Lisa Mallette
Ft White, FL

The Dog I Never Wanted - Buddy

My husband and I have always had dogs and cats. Usually 2 dogs and 4 to 6 cats in the household. In early February 2015 we lost our female dog, Gwennie, she had a tumor in her abdomen. Then in late March, we lost Artie our male to another tumor in his abdomen. We decided we would not get another dog. "They just tie you down". June comes along and I have to have another dog to fill the aching.

Off to the internet and shelters to find my dog. 3 criteria: must be black or white, long hair, no pit bull. As I walk through the barking dogs of the shelter I hear a whimper. I finally get to the cage and here is a light brown, short haired, pit bull mix. I kneel down and talk to him and he comes right up to my face. I pet him under the chin and a volunteer comes by to see if I would like to give him a treat. "Yeah, sure". I stick it through the fencing and he sticks his tongue out and takes the treat! Shocking! We end up going outside and he jumps all over me giving me kisses every time he gets back from running around. OK, now he has me.

I talk to the volunteer and am told I have to wait 10 days since he was just brought in the night before. I call every single day to see if he has been claimed. Finally on day 10, I am waiting for him with leash in hand. My husband does not know what I have chosen and is shocked to see "the dog I never wanted" come in the door.

He is one the the most well behaved babies I have had. He sleeps under the covers with us. Only barks when he hears something unusual. Still full of kisses free to all who will pet him. He is spoiled rotten. Gets anything he wants. And he is exactly how we trained him to be!!

Alice Collins
Dearborn Heights, MI

My BFF Sammy

Wander (14) on the left and Sammy (7 1/2) are both kitten rescues. Wander from a Walmart parking lot (she was left in the bed of my husband's truck) and six years later after our other cat Kitty passed, Sammy from a local pet store helping the local shelter. Wander is very laid back, has learned to tolerate her younger brother and just loves my husband (well, I do too!). Wander is either in constant motion or a complete stop, is very protective of his big sister (whether she wants it or not) and just loves me (as does my husband). We live in the country and have a cat door so we constantly receive presents, which luckily are deposited in our bathroom or tub. In 2014, I experienced some medical problems due to stress/menopause and Sammy became very good at helping me de-stress as he loves to be petted/brushed/played with/cuddled with CONSTANTLY.

On March 8, 2017, it seemed to be a normal evening as our cats follow us around the yard while we're doing our chores. When I returned from being inside, Sammy was crouched near the house and growling. Thought it was a neighbor's cat bothering him but when he tried to walk, his back legs were paralyzed. After discovering his feet were cold, it was off to the emergency vet. A blood clot blocked the flow to his quarters and unfortunately, nothing could be done. I lost my best buddy that night and miss him so very much.

We are so very grateful that we were home that night and that Sammy was close the house so he could be sent over the rainbow bridge quickly and painlessly.

As my bumper sticker reads, RESCUES ARE MY FAVORITE BREED.

Sammy's Mom
Farmington, AR

Frozen Miracle

I was found wandering in a mountain area at the end of February, and bought in from freezing winter conditions. The angel lady who found me visited the cottages around the lake; identified as a stray by a few witnesses, I was claimed by no one. From some reports, I would have been abandoned in early December. The rescuer could not keep me for family reasons; I was brought back to civilization and within a week she had found me my furever home. I was adopted in a family of three older rescues: Java (14 yo), Siobhan (10 yo) and Whiskey (9 yo), and named Praline. I was brought to a veterinary for a full check-up: the lady doctor said I was in surprisingly good health, considering my ordeal. I am purebred Tonkinese, chocolate point; I lost one ear tip to frost bite and the other one should fall off anytime soon. My tiny paws are still sensible. I am no older than a year, and had one litter in the past. Yesterday, I was neutered, and I am now officially a full house cat. I have found my place in the pack here. Although not very demonstrative in affection, I do love to curl up on my new mom’s lap, and sleep by my new uncle’s pillow at night.

Anonymous
Trois-Rivieres, QC, Canada

LILLY AKA "MAMA DOG"

Mama dog was a stray in our neighborhood for 1 1/2 years. Several of us fed her and put out a doghouse for her but she would not let us touch her. The dog catcher tried really hard to catch her but she was too smart. She got pregnant and had puppies under a shed in one of the neighbor's back yards. Another neighbor moved the puppies to their backyard and mama dog followed. When the puppies were old enough furever homes were found for them. No one wanted to take mama dog. Since we still could not touch her, had to have animal control dart her so she could be taken to the local SPCA. My husband went to visit her and found out that the SPCA didn't have the resources to try to socialize her. I went back with him the next day which was Saturday. She was so sad and cowered in the back of her cage. It broke our hearts so we adopted her. I called our vet and he said if the SPCA would keep her until Tuesday, we could bring her to his clinic and he would spay her and get her shots up to date. When we brought her home, we kept her segregated from our four dogs for a week before letting her into the main yard. We named her Lilly. Slowly she found the pet door into the house. There were a few dominance scuffles with our other female dog in the beginning but now they are buds. Two years later she is a happy loving dog who even gives dog kisses. She jumps on our bed in the mornings to be loved on. Can't imagine life without her.

D. Ford
Waxahachie, TX

Our Summer

When I retired and came with my two cats to live with my husband and his two cats, the house bristled with fur and hissy-fits. Then a small, white-pawed tortie turned up on our lawn. Stray cats are almost unknown here, but she was clearly a stray, and desperately in search of a person—she threw herself in the way of every person who passed by. After three days, her message got to us, and we scooped her up. As we entered the living room, her eye fell on one of the cats, and her tiny body emitted a colossal shriek, turning all the others into shrieking banshees. But magically, as the days wore on, peace settled over the brood. The unanticipated fifth cat, the little one-year-old tortie, turned the others into a community. She was the peacemaker. We named her Summer because she arrived on the first day of summer. And from that day, it was Summer every day in our home. Like the other four cats, we two humans adored her. She was our white-pawed, butterscotch-marbled sunshine. Age slowly culled the other cats, but Summer was still young. Youth was no protection, though. Last autumn, she was diagnosed with large-cell lymphoma. As the weeks progressed, bitter winter slowly claimed our Summer. She left us, and our one remaining cat, last week. There will be new cats. But our love of Summer is keen and sharp and brings tears to our eyes every time we think of her. She was a gift of purest love.

Anonymous
Newark, DE

Copper

This is my teenager, Copper. He's a terror and a lover. I rescued him last summer -- in June 2016. He was only about 6-months old. He came to my front steps one evening where I feed stray and feral kitties. He was ravenous for food. Poor baby. I started talking to him and found out that he was super friendly, slightly matted, and not neutered. That first night, I got Front Line flea treatment on him. He wanted a home so badly. He stayed right near the front of my house for a very long time, just crying. It about killed me, because my bedroom is right above where he was. Thank goodness, he came back the next night, and I took him in. My first thought was to get him to the shelter for adoption. I knew he would get adopted right away, after neutering, because he is so handsome and so friendly. However, I have a love for the orange kitties, as a few years ago I lost my one-and-only orange tiger kitty, Nike, to lymphoma at only 8-years old. So, instead of the shelter, I kept Copper, and he became a member of my family. He and my dog, Piper, play constantly. They are so much fun to watch. I still have a hard time believing that some cruel person turned my Copper out on the streets to try to survive.

Cheri
Albany, NY
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