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Back in 1998, I rescued Taz’s mom when she was pregnant with him and his siblings. After she gave birth to them, she ran off unfortunately, so I had to bottle feed them. When looking for homes for the kittens, I tried to give Taz to my parents. I remember the car ride there. I held him all the way while my husband drove. I cried the entire time. I could not bear to say goodbye to my little buddy. I ended up keeping Taz and his brother Tiggy, who we had to put down in 2014.
When Taz was young, he was diagnosed with FIP. I was devastated. The prognosis was that he would not live long. He proved the vets wrong, however. The corona virus that was loose in his body disappeared without a trace.
Taz really is my little buddy. He cuddles with me in bed, he snuggles beside me when I read or watch TV and he always has to check out what I’m eating. He will be 18 years old in September, and I sure hope he makes it beyond that. Despite his years and sometimes grumpy countenance, I love him wildly. He is one of the best friends I have ever had.
Although I know my time with him won’t last forever, I cherish him. I spoil him rotten and he gets to eat fresh tuna almost every day. Not only that, but when it’s cold, I put out the electric blanket and space heater just for him. He knows he is loved and adored.
Someday when I have to say goodbye to him, I will never forget the joy, comforting purrs and friendship this little feline has given me. What a precious gift he is.
We had Stripes up until he was hit by a car and we had to make that decision. I was heartbroken. However we still had 3 others, we loved. 2 weeks after that an identical gray striped kitten came strolling up our front walk. He was the spitting image of Stripes! He never left. I found out that he was living across the street, but the people were abusive. So I begged and pleaded but finally got my way and Junior stayed. Junior was Junior because of who he looked like. No other name would do. Junior loved everyone and everyone loved him. He owned the neighborhood. He was an in/out cat but during the winter we tried to keep him inside as he had a respitory problem where he wheezed in the cold weather.We had him almost 5yrs. As I said, he preferred to be outside even in the rainy weather. He would sit at the top of the stairs to the second floor of our building and look down on everything. 4 days before Christmas this past year a rottweiler running loose chased him down those stairs and around the building and across the street where poor Junior fought a bitter battle but in the end he lost his fight. We buried him behind our bushes in a g rave fit for a king. Everyone who knew him came by like it was a wake for a human. I talk to him daily but I miss him so much.
Please meet Molly. Miss Molly is a 10 year old Australian Cattle Dog or a Blue Heeler as we in Australia call them. Back in November she jumped into my sons car and looked like she was never going to leave. He took her to the vet who checked her out, said apart from being over weight she was a healthy dog with a few good years in her. Sadly it turned out that her owners had died and the people who took her in and now turned her out.
Look at that face how could we ever say no.
Molly has been with us ever since. She gets walks and she has all these people who love her. I think the person who let her out the gate in the hope that she would be picked up as a stray and destroyed should be banned from ever having animals again. It worries me that he has children. Animals a a life long commitment just as children are.
Molly has lost some weight because she is properly cared for and she is such a beautiful soul and very much part of our family.
Two years ago my son was planning to move out and take his dog with him. My husband and I decided we would miss having a dog, but I prefer cats so we decided to adopt a cat, preferably one that was harder to adopt. I went to the local rescue where they had tons of black cats and was close to choosing one named Joe when one of the foster moms started talking to me and suggested I look at her cat, a tabby named "Tabitha" (Samantha and Darin's daughter on the show Bewitched).
Tabitha, she told me, was a sweet cat at home but hated the Adoption Showcase. They had to cover her cage on all sides but the front and often she would hiss and growl at the adopters and sometimes even scratch and bite them. I was dubious because I didn't want a cat that hated me and because tabbies are easier to adopt than black cats.
However, when she placed Tabitha in my arms, there was a bit of squirming, but I said "there, there" and "it's okay" a few times and Tabitha settled right down. And that was it. No other cat would do for me.
I still felt sorry for all those black cats, though, so I convinced my daughter to adopt one of them, a friendly cat named Kelly that she promptly renamed to Salem after the cat in Sabrina, the Teenaged Witch.
Tabitha continues to be a skittish cat who mostly only likes me, but is slowly warming up to the rest of the family. She and Salem get along great, like siblings. Every morning when I wake up to her sleeping besides me, I am so glad she picked me.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, we noticed a little kitty darting under our house. This kitty was extremely skittish and would not let us come near, but would gobble up the food and water we left out. When the forecast called for very cold weather coming in, we contacted http://www.mainstreetstrays.org/ and a wonderful woman from there brought us a trap. After bringing our little "Cassie" to the vet to be spayed, we brought her home and put her in our spare room so she could be warm and quiet while she recovered.
At first she wanted nothing to do with any human contact, and I worried that she would never come out from under the bed. My husband told me to be patient, and she would come around. We eventually started letting one of other kitties, (we nicknamed him the ambassador) in with her. When he was in the room, she would come out with us in the room. After a few weeks of this, she would let us touch her if we moved very slowly. She also became very fond of our lab/malamute dog, and would follow him out of her room for short trips.
Now after almost three months, she spends her days playing with our other cats and dogs, and not only tolerates being petted, but seeks us out. We are guessing that she must have been abandoned at a very young age, with no interaction with humans or other animals. At almost a year old now, she plays like a kitten, and is very small but has the heart of a lion. We love her little polydactyl paws and calico coloring.
She is a perfect example of what love and a lot of patience will do. Although we were not looking to add to our number of four cats and two dogs, we are so happy to have Cassie be part of our family.
On a summer's day in 2013, I was enjoying the afternoon at a local park. As I came down a walkway, I was startled by a flash of movement: a little calico kitten shot across the path and into the spirea bush on the other side. I got down on hands and knees and began trying to coax her out. With wide frightened eyes, the kitten slowly crawled out and prepared to bolt away, but I was faster and grabbed her by the scruff. She panicked only for a moment; when I lifted her into my arms, she melted into me like the tired infant she was. She was dirty and so thin I could feel every rib.
I took her home, stopping at the grocery story on the way for some kitten chow. She was still frightened, but when she was in my arms it was clear all she wanted was love: pressing herself against my chest, climbing up and around my shoulders, butting her little head under my chin, and purring her tiny heart out. The vet couldn’t find a microchip, which left me with a choice: to keep her, or not.
I already had an adult female cat at home. I had been thinking about getting a second cat, but, well, I wanted a boy. I also knew this kitten was going to need spayed, vaccinated, treated for ear mites, and de-wormed at the very least, and my budget was tight. With heavy heart, I made my choice.
Her picture appeared on the animal rescue's Facebook page six days later, happily announcing she'd been adopted. And three months after that, I went and adopted my boy kitten who’s filled my home with fun. But I still think about that little lost kitten. I hope she’s happy and living the good life, and I hope her humans adore her as much as I did. It was okay to say ‘no’ – but that doesn’t mean I don’t still feel a twinge of regret!
My Son got a frantic text from a friend of his begging him to take in a cat that was a year and a half old,a 17 yr old Boy owned the cat and his Family (parents and siblings) were highly abusive to the cat,they would chase her to hit or kick her, never allowed her to eat more than just a few bites at a time,The boys Father threatened that if he didn't get rid of the cat he would tie her into a pillow case and toss her into a River,all because the cat was female,and older than a year,this family wanted only Kittens,and will toss out the older cats in any way they can to make room for new Kittens.
We drove over to the Boys house and picked the Cat up,her Name is Sylvi and she is now 2 1/2 years old ,we have worked hard to show her she will only be treated with kindness and Love,it has taken a year and now we marvel at how far she has come from being a scared little cat who stayed hidden ,to becoming a loving energetic curious little cat, she loves to be groomed with a brush so much all I have to do is show her ,her brush and she comes running,The Person Sylvi has claimed as just hers is my Son,but she demands attention from all 3 of us,she has a Sister Cat and a Brother Dog and 3 humans that love her dearly,and we Laugh quite often at her antics like chasing her tail or playing with her squeaky mouse toys,or her very favorite Toy Nemo,Sylvi made our Family complete.
In October 2014 while on my way to an appointment, I spotted a little kitten sitting by the gas pumps at a 7 eleven. The light was red, I made a sharp left into the gas station and parked near the store. I approached the kitten, he was scared and ran into some bushes beside the busy road. To my horror the kitten ran into the busy 6 lane road. I turned away but I heard someone yell "he made it across". I was so relieved but I was late for my appointment. During my appointment all I could think of was the kitten, I made it out and headed back to where the kitten had crossed the road. I looked in all the bushes, no kitten, then, I rounded the corner of a building and he was clinging to the wall, about 4 feet up. I grabbed him off of the wall, he was so scared he bit me pretty hard but I didn't let go. I set him in a box I had in the back of my van. I knew I couldn't keep him because of my cat allergy, I drove to the nearest vets, I opened up the back of the van but the box was empty. I looked through the whole van and couldn't find him. I told myself he must have got out somehow when I opened my door to get out. I drove to urgent care where I was given a tetanus shot and antibiotics. At home I parked in the garage and an hour later I went back to my van to get my medicine and there he was, on the dashboard. He then climbed up the opening in the bottom of the dash and disappeared, no amount of trying could get him out. We left food and water and rolled down the windows. 2 hours later we found him in the garage on the highest shelf. I now take daily allergy medicine but we were meant to be together and we love our Jasper so much.
Many years ago, I put in cat doors for my sweet cat Cow so he could come and go as he pleased. One day, Hootie showed up. She was a young cat and a Manx. She was also very smart. She hung around outside with Cow, who accepted her immediately, so I started feeding her. She figured out the cat doors within a few days and made herself at home inside. Once she got in, I got her fixed and, to this day, she rarely goes back outside. She likes to go out for 15 minutes or so in the morning to check on the catnip I have planted in a container. She doesn't like to groom herself, so I have to get her professionally groomed every month and she seems to enjoy it. Cow has long since passed, but Hootie is still with me. She is about 16 now and still going strong. She has become demanding in her old age and pokes me with her paw when she wants her treats and follows me everywhere. When I am in my office (where I don't allow cats), she plaintively meows at the door until I come out. I often ask her how such a high maintenance cat made it on the streets before finding her forever home. I didn't know I needed another cat, but I am certainly glad she found me and I hope she's with me for a very long time to come!
My life suddenly and unintentionally became entwined with saving a newborn baby goat who was born on a meat ranch. Izzy, named for "Is-he going to live? Is-he going to walk?" was born with muscle paralysis in his back legs. He was born early, in January, on a night when the temperatures dropped to -25 degrees F. That first night of life, he sustained mild frostbite, and was going to be put down due to his paralysis. I worked with his owners (I knew someone who was boarding on the property) to rehabilitate his muscles, only to succeed and see him run like a normal baby goat, and then have him taken down by a second, serious case of frostbite (once you get frostbite, you are more susceptible a second time.) Izzy again was going to be put down because the frostbite was a solid freeze in his legs, but I was able to adopt him. We have worked through the loss of his legs, stomach problems, and more, but now, he is a happy 2-legged goat, healing the stumps of his back legs and learning to use prosthetics, which will be purchased for him when he is full grown. Izzy enjoys adventures like Cross country skiing, playing with his dog friends, and snuggles!