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Tinky, the sweetest tortie around

During my last year of college, I lived on my own for the first time--just me and my 2-year-old gray cat, Ella. I was doing an internship at the local domestic violence shelter and applying for grad school. Michigan winters are cold, and during the freezing month of January, one of my coworkers found newborn kittens living on her porch. She asked me to take the friendliest one, a tortoiseshell with a piercing meow. I remember driving through a blizzard and to pick her up. She snuggled into my hands and got along with Ella right away. I named her Tinoket, which means "baby girl" in Hebrew. The three of us recently celebrated six years together with lots of snuggles and playtime. Tinky is completely sweet, has a great sense of humor, and no "tortietude."

Ann Arbor, MI

The Incredible Mr. Squeaks!

My husband and I had just move to Northern California for his new job. We had lost the last of five, elderly cats just before we moved into out third rental house. My husband wanted to try not having a cat for while so I agreed, but I knew it would not last long. We were cat people - not cat-less people! Life just was not the same without a furry child in the house. I dreamed of a lost cat finding it's way to our door and we would rescue them from homlessness. The very next day I was out in the front yard doing some gardening when I saw a group of kids walking up the street trying to get what I thought was a small dog not to follow them. As they got closer I could see that small dog was actually a cat. When they reached our yard I asked them if the cat was theirs. They all said "No! He keeps following us! We can't get him to stop!" I called to the little cat and he came right over to me. I picked him up into my arms. He was so sweet and loving right away. I told the kids I would take care of him and then carried him into the house. My husband met us at the door so excited to meet our new guest. He had this little squeak of a meow so we named him Squeaks. I put out fliers to find his owners. One week later someone called. Our hearts sank thinking we had lost our boy, Squeaks. But, the voice on the phone said "Would you like to keep him?" Absolutely! Squeaks now has his new forever home and we cannot imagine our lives without him.

Wendy Powers
Pacifica, CA

Loki Boy

My third and youngest cat, Loki, was adopted from a friend of my sister's. Her cat had gotten out just before she was due to be spayed and ended up pregnant. She was a beautiful Maine Coon, but they didn't know what the father was. The kittens were all gorgeous though.

I picked Loki out of the litter because of his markings and his spunk. He's a pretty brown tabby with big white patches as well. I carried him home in my arms, and set about introducing him to my other two kitties. Tri adopted him on the spot, and they were inseparable for the longest time! It took Neko a while to accept him, but now they get along swimmingly.

Loki loves to play and harass my other cats, and is best friends with all my rabbits-- he even sneaks granola from their bowl when I give it to them! And he's more than happy to just curl up in your lap and sleep and purr for hours on end, until your legs fall asleep and long after! When it's time to feed them, I ask "Loki, is it time for food?" and then "Ask nicely!" and he meows for me every time. :)

Though he's had quite a few health problems in his three years so far, and I've had to spend a lot of money on vet bills for him, I wouldn't trade him for anything.

Orillia, ON, Canada

Little Packages

Three years after adopting my first cat, a barn-cat-kitten from my Dad and Step-Mom's farm property, I was visiting them when I saw Triton. He was a tiny shrimp of a thing, the runt, gray and white with HUGE blue eyes and a voice that sounded like it was coming from a cat ten times his size.

Even though he was a barn kitten, he wanted to be inside, and would yowl at the door with his big sad kitty eyes, but Dad and my Step-Mom didn't want him in the house. He was so friendly and loved people so much that he would run to meet cars when they pulled in the driveway, and almost got run over on a regular basis because of it. They were afraid he would get hit if things kept going, or, because he was so little, possibly killed by the coyotes or the fisher that lived in the far back of the yard.

So I brought him home and named him Triton. Tri is a joy to have around (mostly), an itty-bitty (neutered) tom, and the quirkiest cat ever! He adopted all my bunnies as his own, and took care of my third cat when I got him, right down to letting the kitten try to nurse off him! And when he wants attention and you aren't petting him, he'll "make love" to the furniture, rubbing against it to make you jealous! He also loves to play with water, and will come to show me when he gets himself wet "Look Mom, I'm wet!" before going to play some more.

He makes me laugh every day, and I can't imagine my life without him!

Orillia, ON, Canada


I met my first feline love at my Dad and Step-Mom's farm property, a gorgeous 6-month-old barn cat kitten my Dad called "Outboard" because he purred like an outboard motor. Despite being a barn cat, he wasn't the least bit feral, loved to cuddle more than anything and was a completely integrated part of their dog pack! I knew I had to have him, and was a little worried that he would get picked off by coyotes, as happens semi-regularly with the barn cat colony.

I was still living with my Mom at the time so when I went home I started campaigning to bring him home. After about a week she and my Step-Dad finally relented, and I was overjoyed! I called Dad right away and the next week he brought my new kitty to me. I named him Osiris, but later he got the nickname "Neko" (Japanese for "cat") and it stuck. Now that's the only name he knows. :)

I've had him for 9 years now, and he's always been the most cuddly, affectionate and lovable cat I've ever met. He lets me hanhandle him with good humor, pet him backward, fling him over my shoulder (his fav place to be aside from a lap) and all the other goofy things I tend to do. He just purrs away no matter what! He even wags his tail, since he was raised with the dogs! He's the best cat-dog I could ever hope for!

Orillia, ON, Canada

Mister 1 April 1996 – 20 Aug 2009

Mister was in a class all his own. I arrived at the local laundermat around 3pm. He was all-white with black-ears (about 2 mo). The attendant on duty said he had been there when she arrived that morning. Someone must have dumped him off. The location of the Laundromat was on the corner of 2 interchanging blvds, she was afraid to put him out when she closed up. I had been playing with him so she asked if I wanted to take him home. I thought, what am I going to do with a dog?! I live with my Mother-in-law & between us we have 7 cats! But how could I let that poor little puppy be put out and possibly get hit on the streets. Soooo, I loaded him up and headed home. Ok, what to name him well, what do you call a man when you don't know his name? Mister! And that's what stuck. Mister loved all the cats immediately, even though they did not feel the same. He used the cat door till he was too big & got stuck. He was loved by all who met him. He loved things beginning with the letter "F": Fish, Flies & Fireworks. When he went fishing with us we had to keep him back from the end of the fishing poles because he thought the bait on the end was a fish & he was ready to eat. The 4th of July was his favorite holiday.

Mister lived with us till the end. He got severe arthritis and it hit him hard & fast. We cared for him as we would a child. He passed away at the age of 13 next to our bed. We will never forget him, as he is part of our family forever.

Hubert, NC

life is great

this is stripes.we feed stray cats and one day almost going on 2 years, in he walked and made himself at home.he acted like he had always been our cat. our other 2 13 year olds were not impressed, and no out and out brawls have occured, and so far so good. during his vet appt. we got him his shots, him fixed and ridded him of ear mites. since then, even though we posted him, no one wanted him and it became clear we were becoming very attatched. we nick name him balistic missle as at times he just flys around the house( must be from being on the streets?). as you can see, he goes to camp and wears his lifejacket without complainin and even lets us put winter wear on him to keep him warm. we must leash him up so he does not wonder not that he would not come home, but..who ever tossed him out and left him to survive on his own it is their loss and our gain. he has brought nothing but joy to our lives and has given new life to our older cats by playing chase and such. what we also love is he purrs at the drop of a hat and gets very mushy when he has been outside. we could never imagine what our lives would be like without him and thanks to my hubby for saying it was okay to let him stay. afterall, animals are a responsibility but it is worth it..we love you stripes and our other 2 adopted cats..ecco and meeka Ps it is sad that more and more animals are being tossed out to fend on their own, humans can be so cruel.

arlene ziemba
Thunder Bay, ON, Canada

Bundles of Joy

My husband & I talked about getting a dog when we bought our house. Then we dog sat for a Rhodesian Ridgeback. High maintenance! It was just too much work. We both decided a cat is better for us right now so we adopted Pokie. He was a stray cat that my niece found on the side of my sister’s house. He was about 8 to 10 months old at the time. I think someone abandoned him. He was starving and was just the sweetest, most affectionate cat. He was hugging and kissing everyone and made himself right at home on the lawn furniture. He is absolutely THE best cat ever! I am so glad he came into our lives.

I decided he needed a friend to keep him company while we are at work, so we adopted Tiger Lily last July. She came from a litter of 5 kittens at a seminary in the Bronx. My cousin is a Brother there. He had taken in a stray that happened to be pregnant. I say all the time that Lily is a blessed cat because of her roots. She is a tough little thing with attitude, but underneath a heart of gold – a true Bronx chick! We are so blessed to have them both. I can’t imagine our home without them. They are truly our furry little bundles of joy!

Pamela & Stephane
Norwalk, CT

One of Life's Small Miracles

Sunday, as I drove home along a country road, I saw (what I thought) was a black, plastic trash bag in the center of my lane. I never imagined that the motionless object was alive. It was so still. As I passed over the black lump, I heard a sickening "thud." Looking back in my mirror, I saw a startled black kitty rise up out of the street and run toward the side of the road. I raced back to retrieve the cat and headed to the vet clinic ER. Miraculously, the little ball of black fur simply has a slight case of road rash, but no other injuries.

Now, this kitty has a brand new home, a brand new red velvet bed, and a brand new name...LUCKY!

Marguerite Kelly
Atlanta, GA

Lucky Bird!

As we were cutting down a tree in my backyard, we saw one of the neighbors pointing to something. There was a small green parrot on one of the branches. It must have been so scared and hungry, it just walked right down onto my husband's hand. Now, Kiwi the Pionus coexists happily with her African Grey brother and feline and canine sisters!

Laurie Goldstein
Wilmington, DE
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