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Two years ago I was ready to take in a rescue kitty after losing out oldest girl Poppy 3 years previously. I went on the website for our local rescue and seen her photo (cherish) . She looked so sad, and scared... I knew she was destined to come home, I rang Paul and he brought her the next day.... She was renamed Rosie Posie. She fitted in with our older girls Lily and Daisy immediately and it was as if it was destiny. In July 2015 she started acting weird with me , rubbing against my chest and acting distraught. I knew she was telling me something. My Oder sister had breast cancer exactly a year before. I rang and arranged a mammogram, totally clear , I then told the doctor about my Rosie, they did an ultrasound and found breast cancer. They couldn't believe it, it was early stages and she was so calm after that and stopped the actions she had displayed. I've now had a lumpectomy, chemo and currently undergoing radiotherapy..... She has literally saved my life ..... My Rosie Posie ... My Angel
A devastating storm ripped the roof off our house in 2010, and my husband and I had to move into a rental property until our home was repaired. The storm damage to our home was overwhelming!!!! With my husband doing much of the repair work himself, I was left alone for several hours each day.
I was at home in the rental when my husband came in from working on our house and said, “Well, there is a new player in the game. There is a small kitten that looks just like Guido (our outside cat) following him around at the house.”
I went to our house and put out some cat food, and when Guido came up to eat, so did this little fuzzy kitten.
I reached down and picked it up. Apparently it was not impressed with this human!!! The kitten bit the index and middle fingers on my left hand while scratching my palm and inner arm! I was so shocked that I grabbed the kitten with my other hand, and it did the exact same thing to my right hand! I tossed the kitten down and then noticed that I was bleeding like crazy!
After getting patched up and a tetanus shot, I was told that the kitten would have to be caught and tested for rabies, or quarantined for 14 days. I know how rabies tests are done and that was NOT going to happen!
I went back home with my bandaged hands and arms, and I tore up a hot dog and tossed it into our pet carrier. Sure enough, the kitten went right in to eat the hot dog!
After only four days of “quarantine”, the kitten had a total attitude adjustment and just wanted out and wanted love!!!!
That is when Dewey moved into the rental house with us. He was great company, therapy, and amusement for me during that very difficult time.
When we moved back into our home, Dewey moved in with us. He wasn’t really a “rescue cat”…he was the “rescuer” for me!!!!
We lost our wonderful Manx, Shadow, to some kind of wasting disease the vet could not name A few months later while on vacation we decided it was time to adopt another kitty. We found a long-haired, 3-month-old, gray and white ball of fluff at a rescue in Tucson, AZ so we named him Tucson After we returned home, we found out Tucson was Feline Herpes positive and had damage to his inner ear that caused his head to cock to one side. L-lysine controls the herpes and the cock of his head just makes him look inquisitive. We saw (and heard) Tucson was lonely so we decided to adopt a companion for him. When we entered the adult room a grey and white came up to my husband. It followed him wherever he went and pushed between him and other cats. We decided we had been adopted and signed the papers making it official. One-year-old Duke fit right in with our Tucson and our Chihuahua, Bear, accepted him as well. A few weeks later a scruffy little black dog showed up on our doorstep and adopted us as well so we named him Mutt and made him part of our household. Our foursome sleep, eat and cuddle together and there is never a lack of love in our home.
When my son was 6 yrs. old, we were in the country at a friends house. He was playing outside and running all over the property, It was a pretty good size piece of land. After about an hour, he came inside and was hollering "hurry, hurry come look." He had 5 tiny puppies that someone had tried to drown. We hurried them inside and warmed and dried them. It was late November and it was really cold. We found homes for 4 of them and my son said "oh mom, can I keep one." Well, being an animal lover of course I told him sure. We took it to the vet the very next day and she told us that they were only about 7 weeks old. She was truly a joy, a blessing and so entertaining with her antics. She learned to sit, stay and other commands. She would do a bunny hop on her back feet. We even moved because we were told that they didn't allow pets. She had a couple of strokes and didn't survive the 2nd. She lived to a ripe old age of 18 1/2 years. We still think about her a lot, even though she has been gone for 10 yrs. now. We had her cremated and have her ashes. I was so proud of my son.
Exactly a year ago (09-Mar-15) little 4 months old Sade passed away, I only had her for about 3 months, I couldn't save her, she had "Feline Infectious Peritonitis - FIP", I found her at an abandoned paddock, she was underfed but she had this big belly, I thought it was worms, so I took her home, gave her some medicine and food, I tried to give her away because I had no room for another cat, but I fell in love with her, she was so adorable, she slept next to me everynight and followed me everywhere. But her belly didn't dissappear, so I took her immediatly to the vet, and they told me the bad news; that night when we went to sleep, she seemed so tired and sick, but still jumped to cuddle with me, next day, I took her again to the vet, but while I was waiting she had a heart attack, her little body couldn't resist anymore. She was just a baby, I'm gonna miss her so much. Please take good care of those little angels that you find, it was late for Sade, but there is time to save another little life.
Six years ago on a cold winter morning I was walking down to school when I saw her. I ran to her, but she was too scared and hid in a hole and started yelling for help. I didn't know what to do, so I started looking around and I saw a restaurant near by. I went there and bought a few meatballs and ran again to the dog. She was still hiding and I placed one of the meatballs inside the hole, she immediately ate it, then I showed her the second one and she slowly came out of the hole. I waited for her to eat it and I held her. I was already late for school and I had no choice, but to take her with me.
When I got to school the doorman saw the puppy and didn't let me in. I told him what had happened. He told me he was going to take care of her until my classes were over, so of course I believed him and gave him the puppy. After school I went down to his cabin to take the dog back, but he told me he had called an animal organization and they took her. I insisted him to give me their number, but he told me he 'didn't' had it. I went to my mother's work place and told her everything. We did everything we could to find her and in the end we found one of the guys that took the puppy and he told us they castrated her and gave it back to the doorman. We then found his address and went there to talk to him. He told us he threw her on the street.. Me and my mom were searching for like a week until we found her. When they castrated her she barely had 2 months. After the vet they told me she had parvovirus and that it'd be better if we put her to sleep. I didn't wanted, so they started her treatment and of course she made it.
A decade ago, my brother rescued a litter of kittens from an apartment complex for which he supplied corporate rental furnishings. I agreed to take one of the kittens, a little calico tabby no more than four weeks old. Tess was a mess from the beginning and worried the stew out of my older cat, Harry. Nevertheless, they slowly bonded.
Harry, a free spirit who had literally adopted me a couple of years earlier, met an untimely end just about 18 months after Tess came to live with us. Several months later, I decided Tess needed another companion to keep her company, especially during frequent trips I took for business travel.
I visited the local shelter and there was no shortage of kittens. One – an oddly colored black-and-gray male about six weeks old, was clinging to the door of his cage and calling to me as I walked by. He made no bones about it – he wanted out of the cage and to go home with someone that instant. The shelter staff told me he'd been brought in a week earlier with his litter mates, all of whom had by then been adopted. It was the typical story and fate of black cats.
I went home that day to give myself some time before making any commitment, thinking surely that little kitten would be adopted soon. I decided the next day to go on back to the shelter and see if he was still there. He was. And still very anxious to go home with me.
He soon grew out of that "gray cowl" that covered his head and into a 20-pound, very handsome cat. A little portly, but quite handsome.
Eight years later, Oscar and Tess are bonded pair who are the best companions. Their personalities could not be more different – Oscar is good-natured, goofy and a bit of scaredy cat – but they get along like siblings. And they rule the house, as it should be.
We named her Lucky. It was a “2fer” name. One 32 degree morning here in an upper desert wash near our son’s home, he and our daughter-in-law saved a tiny toy Chihuahua from an attack. She was being hunted down by a huge cat and their sheltie barked it away. They called us, knowing we were very much wanting to rescue a pup after the hard loss of our beloved Goldie mix.
It was love at first sight! This tiny 4-1/2 pound puppy that someone literally threw away to either freeze or be eaten cuddled into my neck and kissed me. How could anyone’s heart not melt? How horrible a person was this who tossed her as if she were yesterday’s garbage?
We took her to the vet-her nails were too long, her fur a bit sticky and we wanted to make sure no one was “missing” her. No collar, no chip and an infection. We cleaned her up, gave her meds, held her and told her that from now on she’d have all the love she deserved, all the food she needed and never ever would she be for want again.
Lucky. We were just as lucky to have our son and daughter in the right place at the right time to adopt her and boy did she find just the right home to welcome her into their lives. Today, she has us, her tabby brother who adores her and the love of 4 grandchildren who think she’s the cutest girl in the world.
Someone’s trash truly turned out to be our treasure.
Hal entered Debbi and Michael Strauss’ yard before the storm on Saturday, February 2016. They noticed their two dogs sitting under a tree looking up. On Sunday, the dogs sat under the same tree. Monday morning found them in the same spot doing the same thing. This time, Mike went out and looked up. Hal was sitting on a stub of a branch; he didn’t move. They called the police, then the fire department. Monday night the fire department came with their hook and ladder, but Hal got so scared he climbed another 50 feet up the tree.
On Tuesday night, Mike heard Hal crying. He hadn’t been down in 4 days, with nothing to eat or drink, and limited sleep. Completely frustrated and terribly worried, Mike read that some cats are “frozen” in trees because to descend they have to climb down backwards. Having called animal control, they assured Mike that he’d eventually come down – but Mike wasn’t going to wait. He found Joe at the Autumn Tree Service in Emerson. Joe hoisted himself holding a small cat carrier. He made his way to Hal, and after 25 minutes, he was able to bring him down.
Mike made many calls to rescue groups to find more help for Hal. But none could help. Then he called Caring About The Strays in NJ (C.A.T.S.) As soon as they heard that Hal had been in a tree during the blizzard they did not hesitate to help. C.A.T.S. asked Mike if he could bring the cat to Franklin Lakes Animal Hospital for medical help. Hal was examined, medically treated, and neutered. The Strauss’ asked us to name him Hal in memory of a grandfather. He was then picked up by C.A.T.S. foster Susan Franco and her daughter Lauren.
How he made it through a blizzard, 25 inches of snow, and over 4 days up a tree is amazing; he’s got a will to survive. Hal needs a forever home of his own where someone very special who will care for him the rest of his life.
I found Angel around the end of July 2014. We'd just lost my husband's black kitty Mischief to lymphoma and were discussing adopting a new kitty from a local shelter--my husband wanted me to pick it out this time because it'd been longer since my own kitty had passed; I decided I wanted a white kitten, something I hadn't had for ages. So one night not long after we had buried Mischief, while on my computer, I started hearing plaintive mews from out in my side yard. We have lots of visiting strays and one neighbor with his own cats, so I initially tuned it out. Some 20 minutes later, I realized the mewing was getting more distressed sounding, so I grabbed an umbrella and went out in the pouring rain to see if a kitten was stuck somewhere. What I found was a tiny, white kitten, no more than 3-4 weeks old, face-down in the wet grass, seemingly unable to get up, its feral mother sitting about 5 feet away looking completely detached and unconcerned. I picked up the kitten (because, seriously, what else could I do?) and took it inside, where my husband was waiting with a towel, and wrapped it up, rubbing it dry and keeping it held in my arms until it quieted down and fell asleep.
Later, I discovered it was a female; I bottle-fed her, weaned her and litter-box-trained her. She's now used to being petted whenever she eats, is very purry and has no health problems, other than being overweight from me erring on the side of caution trying to be sure she got enough to eat after weaning. I don't think it's a coincidence that she is exactly the type of cat I was considering getting from the shelter, because this is the second time we have had a cat "sent" to us by God (yes, even my agnostic husband believes that). Proof of that is the fact that the little played-leg kitten face-down in the grass had fallen right in front of Mischief's grave!
She's 1.5 years old here.