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Socks (The Hulk) & Bonnie Blue are 2 of our rescues. Socks (age 7) has been with us since he was 6 weeks old when we found him abandoned on the side of a road. Bonnie Blue (age 6) has been with us since she was 1 day old. We found her mom & litter the day after they were born outdoors in some bushes. These two started being buddies as soon as Bonnie was old enough to run & play. Socks earned the nickname "The Hulk" by growing into a large not fat cat. He now weighs over 22 lbs & his tail measures 14" long. We stay out of his way when he runs through the house.
Over the last 15 years we have rescued, found homes for or adopted over 35 cats & kittens. Currently we are caring for & feeding 10 cats, inside & outside strays & ferals. All are S/N except for 2 feral toms I'm currently working on. It appears that we are cat magnets but my wife & I wouldn't have it any other way.
We live in the country where we have an old corncrib that my vet says must have a sign above the door inviting cats to come. Over the years I have taken in several cats who have shown up there. In the spring of 2015, I was greeted one evening by a tiny, mewing kitten that was hunched by a folded table in the corncrib. As I got closer, he showed bravado by spitting, hissing and puffing himself up. Hoping that his mama would hear him and come for him, I put out a little canned food for him and let him be. The next morning he was gone. I assumed his mama had taken him. Later I was working in the yard when I heard constant mewing from under a bush. There he was. I knew he wouldn't make it on his own, so I put on some heavy gloves and eventually caught him. I put him in my cat cage in a shed. He continued to hiss, spit and cringe in a corner of the cage as I put in kitty necessities. When the bowl of food went into the cage, the hissing stopped and he decided I wasn't so bad after all. Soon we were friends. I named him Oliver because of the "O" on his side and because he was a voracious eater who always wanted more, please. The frantic need for food calmed down after a trip to the vet which included wormer. He was estimated to be only about 4 weeks old. Today he is a 14 pounder who plays constantly and runs around the room as fast as he can go. He still thinks he's the little kitten he was when he first came to join the family.
In March 2014 we lost our 9yr old Dobie, Kali, to cancer then just 6 weeks later we found that our 10yr old Doxie, Oscar also was dying of cancer, we helped him cross the rainbow bridge too. We were devastated but it was the impetus to make some changes in our life. My fiancé was already retired, I made the decision to retire and we decided to sell both our houses and buy a house in a more rural area about 2 hrs away. In late August I was working my last week as a Hospice nurse, I was making a few home visits for another nurse. I walked into a patients home and saw the cutest little brown Doxie that looked just like my beloved Oscar. At the end of my visit I asked about her and was told, by the caregiver, her name was Amber, she was 8 or 9 yrs old and when grandpa passed they were going to take her to the shelter because no one in the family wanted her. I was shocked I gave her my card and a note to the family begging them to call me first before surrendering her. The next two weeks were very busy packing and moving. Three days after settling into our new home I got a call asking if I still wanted Amber they were going to take her to the shelter the next day. I said I would be there tomorrow to pick her up. She came with a blanket and the piece of paper for her microchip so I could transfer ownership. I found out she was actually 10yrs old. It was a little rough at first, but she is so sweet and plays with her toys like a youngster. I don't know much about her life before but she gets lots of loves now from us and our grandkids. She loves to travel with us and recently visited 25 states on a cross country RV trip. She is now 12 but still our feisty little Amberlee.
I was homeless and did not have any human contact until I met my rescuer and foster mom. I was bullied by older cats outdoors. I am just a kitten and am slowly understanding and trusting humans. I am being loved in a foster home and cared for and feel safe. I never want to be outdoors again, it is too scary for me as I am just a kitten. I am very quiet and like to hide. I am very docile and timid. It will take me a little to warm up to you. When I do, I am very sweet and loving. I have excellent manners, very tidy, like a clean environment and litter box. I make sure my waste is thoroughly covered without getting litter all over. I love to be petted and will melt into your hand hands purring and do rollovers for you.
I get along with other cats and am interested becoming friends with them. No bully cats as I might shrink back. I have never been around dogs before. I have heard about them through the kitty grape vine and not so sure they would be welcoming to me. I would do best in a quiet household with no kids and 1-2 owners. Preferably someone who is patient with me giving me time to warm up. I prefer to eat a good quality grain free dry food. Will you be the purrfect family to love and take care of me furever?
If you would like to learn more about me, please be sure to visit my facebook page at Blu The Russian Blue Kitten
I was perusing Instagram one day and happened upon a photo of a dog with the words "Adopt Me!" on it. The description on the photo said that he needed a child-free home since he had a bite history with kids. Since my husband and I have no children, this of course intrigued me to learn more.
Fletcher used to live in a home where the neighbor kid would torture him on a regular basis. One day he defended himself, and from then on was labelled a "dangerous dog" by the state of Ohio. The owner surrendered him to a different family, and that family decided to put him up for adoption a few weeks later. Despite his rough history, I knew he'd be perfect for us.
We drove down to Ohio (we're in Michigan) and picked him up a couple days later. We brought our other two dogs with us to see how they get along, and everything was great from the start. He's been around my niece and nephew without any problems (always under supervision, of course!) and has seriously been the best dog a family could ask for. He's always up for snuggling on the couch, and whenever anyone is sad or in pain, he tries to make them feel better. And of course it helps a lot that he's probably the cutest dog I've ever known. :) He makes me melt every day, and I am so thankful to have him in my life.
Sheldon is a four month Turkish Angora who has all white long hair and has two beautiful blue eyes. He is totally deaf and he also positive for the FELV virus. I have a multiple cat household and therefore Sheldon is currently living by himself in my office. I work from home and I am having difficulty completing my work because he is very playful and full of energy. . He is constantly interrupting me while I work. He loves to play bite my arms and legs and I try to re-direct his play bite behavior by using a feather. I dedicate a good hour in the morning playing with him but that is not enough. I also spend 30 to 60 minutes in the evening as well. He is not alone from 6.30 am. To 4.00 p.m. as this ismy normal work hours. I could really use your expertise in re-directing his play bite behavior and making an enrichment office environment for Sheldon. I am currently fostering Sheldon but every time I get an inquiry and I inform them of his FELV status, the adopters are afraid for their existing cats or fearful of his early life expectancy. I am planning on him living in my household and I could really use your help so I can give Sheldon the quality of life he deserves and continue to be a productive worker.
When I moved out of my parents’ house, my sister and I moved in together. I jumped at the opportunity to get a dog, that’s when I got Nala my Min Pin Mix rescue from the shelter. I can bring Nala to work with me, and I noticed that she was a lot happier when there was another dog around to keep her company for when I wasn’t there. I knew my sister wasn’t ok with having a second dog in the home, so I waited till I moved into another apartment. I had a much bigger place and a roommate who was ok with getting a second dog. I knew it was time to find a brother or sister for Nala.
We looked and looked for the right rescue to add to the family. After a few meet and greets we decided that we wanted to take our time. One afternoon we went to a shelter to see a dog that had been recently posted. She had just arrived from Taiwan and from her bio she seemed like the perfect dog. When we got there she was still to scared to come out of her cage area but another dog who had just arrived with her decided he would come and see us. It’s then I felt a connection with him. We had already applied for the other dog but another family was already approved for her. It was just meant to be. We filled out an application, visited him a few more times and then got the call that they wanted to have a interview and a home visit so he and Nala could meet. He clearly made himself comfortable within the first few minutes of the visit, drinking, eating and sleeping. We were approved by the rescue and Dash.
I brought Dash home a couple months back and he’s been great. He’s my shadow, my protector, my goof. Nala and Dash have bonded, they are constantly playing or stealing my sock or sleeping. We still have things to work on, but he’s my good boy.
I had known a few people that had this handsome boy. They weren't wealthy and he wasn't taken care of. His name is Vino. I was a truck driver, and I wanted him on the truck with me, so I had gotten him from my friends. When I had gotten him in the truck with me, he was so skinny. He was infested with fleas. My poor boy wasn't happy and was always scratching. But yet he seemed so happy about being on the truck with my husband and me. We had gotten him a ramp to get in and out of the truck without us lifting him up.
As the days went by my sweet boy wasn't doing well. I was beginning to worry. I was beginning to notice a horrible smell coming off of him. I went to pet him and noticed this ooze coming from his shoulder. So I rushed to the Vet. I spent over $622 to make sure he was okay. I found out someone shot him with a pellet gun. It was stuck in his shoulder! Found out he had a skin bacteria and got pills for him, and had to stop often during the week to bathe him.
A month went by, my sweet happy perky baby was back to himself! But the skin bacteria wasn't clearing up that fast, so 6 months of meds for him. He has all of his hair back on his tail! And plays like no tomorrow! He is now 7 years old, and still acts like a puppy! I couldn't ask for a better partner in the truck than him! We are still on the road and he still enjoys it! I thank him everyday for being with me.
It was almost 2 years ago today, but I was playing basketball at the local neighborhood court. I finished up and was headed towards my car to leave. As I was walking I noticed a gym bag laying in the grass in the middle of the park, as I got closer to the bag, I noticed it was open with a cat just laying inside it with a food and water left with her. She didn't exactly look scared, just more or less confused. She looked at me and meowed. I looked around to see if anyone in the area may have done this purposefully and was coming back to get her, but no one was in sight.
I'm not proud of what I did next, but I left her there assuming someone else would help out. I drove away but my conscious ate at me, I couldn't just leave her. So I called my best friend and told her about the situation. I asked her if I should go back. She gave me the obvious answer and probably wouldn't have stayed friends with me if I ignored her advice. It was probably some of the best advice she gave me to this day and I can't thank her enough for it. I drove back and sure enough the cat in the bag was still right where I last saw her and still no one else in sight. I took her out of the bag and brought her into my car. She appeared malnourished and had some scabs and just all around didn't look very healthy or good, I hope she had seen better days, but she was coming with me anyways.
I had her checked out and she didn't have anything wrong with her, she was even fixed already. Over the next couple of months she grew back into her beautiful self and quickly grew on me. Clementine is my cat from a bag and she has been my friend ever since.
A friend called to tell me about a dog she and her daughter had found, running around in busy traffic, with a hurt leg. They took her to the local shelter, but they wanted to try to find a home for her. The shelter was going to put her down because of her leg injury (they suspected a torn ACL) and also because she was at least part pit bull. This friend knew that I had a soft spot for pit bulls, which I do, but I told her that I just didn't have room for another dog. Still, the story nagged at me over the weekend, and Monday morning my husband said, "we have to go get that dog." So I called the shelter, but they told me the decision had been made to put her down. I told them NOT TO DO THAT because I was coming to get her. When we got there, she was so stressed out she growled at my husband, but when we got her out of the cage, she was overjoyed. She licked her new dad all the way home to show him she didn't really mean the growling. Her leg healed beautifully without surgery, and she has turned out to be the sweetest dog imaginable. We are so glad that we overlooked the two strikes against her that almost ended her life! We named her Felicia, "the lucky one." But we were really the lucky ones.