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When I first moved into our first house, there was a 40+ cat colony nearby.
When the man feeding the colony moved away, some cats left and others looked like they were starving. As we had 2 indoor cats of our own (Merlin and Morgana), I couldn't take any in, but we had to help.There were a few sweet ones I found homes for and some sickly ones that we took to the pound. About 4-5 remained in the neighborhood, all fixed and seem to be doing just fine.
There were 2 siblings, one grey and one orange striped that I fed everyday. Sr.Georgie and Gweneviere. Sr.Georgie was the farm cat and he ranged far and wide, but Gwen needed more loving. She would come to eat, have her belly and head rubbed and then leave. She was at our house almost daily for a year. One day, she didn't come back. She didn't come in to eat day after day. We searched and searched but she was gone.
A whole year went by and one night my husband saw her down the street. He called her name and she came running the whole length of the street into his arms. I woke up the next morning with her in bed next to me talking and purring and kneading the bed. She was skin and bones. Since that day, she doesn't leave the house to roam anymore.
Gwen is now my cat. She loves to meow at me and follow me from room to room. Or just sleep on a random bed in the house. She loves kids and dogs. Gwen also loves to chase tennis balls, but only when no one is looking.
In 2015, I made the decision to move to New Zealand, leaving the US behind. I moved to join my fiance, Jack, and his feline companion, Rommel. As the months passed and I fell more in love with the area, I kept seeing people giving kittens up for adoption on Facebook. In the town I live in, many college kids let their cats run around, unfixed. This in turn produces multitudes of unhomed kittens that become ferals from living on the streets. We could never get to a kitten in time to give them a proper home, and I always felt horrible knowing these cats might go abandoned when the owners left to go home over the Christmas and Summer breaks. Then it happened. I managed to get a hold of a couple of kids giving away two kittens from an unwanted litter. They were about 4 months of age and were starting to get to be too much for the owners to handle. Jack and I convinced them to give us both kittens and by April 1st, we brought Montgomery and Irene into the family. Both were underweight, unfixed and covered in fleas and ticks. We've had them over a month now and they've been fixed, given their initial shots, de-flea-ed and their body weight is way up. We're blessed with a family of 3 Kid-ens, rambunctious balls of fluff who we wouldn't change for the world.
(Monte is the one with the spot on his nose, Irene has the full white on her face)
Meet Mac....the newest addition to the Pet Vet family. He was brought to us by a Good Samaritan who found him on the streets, abandoned by mom, unable to walk. He does have feeling in his hind end which is a good sign and we hope to rehabilitate, treat and eventually find him a good home. Some of our very dedicated technicians went digging through old toys they had and made him a make-shift wheelchair that allows him to finally run. We love this little guy and can't wait to see what the future holds for him.
Five years ago our beloved cat Jasper died and we were devastated. That same day this beautiful girl showed up on our doorstep. It was like she was a gift from God. Needless to say we took her in that day and she has been a part of our family ever since. Her name is Jasmine and she brings much joy and happiness to our family everyday. The first thing she did after we let her in was jump up on my shoulder and give me a kiss on the cheek. It was like she was telling me thank you for giving me a forever home. When I think back on that day we not only saved her but she saved us as well.
After years of having 5 dogs, we lost three in a short period of time, one from extreme old age, one from seizures that could not be controlled, and one was attacked by another dog. Before much time had passed, my daughter moved out with her dogs. We needed a dog! My husband went to the Humane Society to "look". An animal hoarding case had brought them 143 dogs, Beagles, Boston Terriers, and Pugs. My husband looked them over and chose a poor little guy that they had named Hide, because that's what he did. They told him that they were glad to see him get a home BUT he had some pretty severe social issues. He is making progress, but it will take years to undo what he went through. When we got him, you could literally see every bone he had. He is now healthy and happy and learning that people can be nice. We will continue to work with him to help him learn that he is loved and it's okay to be cuddled and loved.
In October 2004, my mom died. As you would expect, I was struggling and then one night my neighbor called and told me of a little dog she had seen posted on a rescue. She knew about the little guy because I had heard some friends had taken him to the rescue because he wasn't good with a small child in their family and was too "quirky" The little lhasa apso was named Marley. We both knew this rescue wasn't a good idea and once I saw the posting I was determined to save him. The little dog had had his hair chopped off and was wearing a muzzle. The look on his face was pure terror. I immediately put in to adopt him. Marley joined our family on Christmas Eve, complete with his own box of antacids! His eyes were blood red and our vet determined the "rescue" had been using a snare to drag Marley from his kennel.
Marley was a quirky little guy doing things his way, chasing his tail, growling and watching shadows and could lay for hours, staring at the wall. We just let him be himself and eventually, he started jumping on our laps and giving hugs. Over the years we treated Marley for his stomach issues, sight problems and dementia like behavior. In October of last year, at the age of 16, the problems were obviously getting worse and Marley's vision was totally gone. He knew and so did I that maybe it was time to end the fight. Marley crossed over the rainbow bridge that day, safely tucked in my arms. He was finally at rest. I always believed mom had played a part in our getting him to ease us through the pain of losing her and he had done that. I miss my Marley..... I still hear him growling as he ran up the hallway to our room where he slept on our bed. Special Marley had finally found a home where someone loved him because of his quirky differences. We wouldn't have wanted him any other way.
About 6 weeks ago (today is 5/2/16), I heard loud crying at my back door. Opening the door, a young, muted tabby boy, though I didn't know his sex at the time, tried to waltz on in.
Unfortunately, my 4 resident felines would have caused quite a riot. Not to mention the 2 big dogs.
So, I grabbed a carrier, went outside and managed to stuff him in, all the while he kept trying to slip past the door. Talk about determination.
Once in my car, I called my vet to give them a heads up that I was on my way with (another) stray. He's the 3rd kitty to show up in my back yard.
I left him at my wonderful vet's to be checked over, tested for disease, and spayed or neutered whichever was appropriate.
When he came home the next day, my husband rolled his eyes at yet *another* mouth to feed. But didn't say a word. Smart man.
Bobby aka Bobowitz, is quite the boy, impish and into everything, so he got a real boy name. He has appointed himself my assistant chef, housekeeper, laundress, dog washer, and chief inspector of everything I bring home.
Bobby is the first cat I've had, and to date I've had 14, with a mohawk. The fur on the top of his head grows toward the middle, and sticks straight up, making the mohawk.
I work in an aviation museum with one enclosed hangar and one open, unrestored hangar. One day while working back in restoration, a coworker heard scuffling and a small meow from inside a World War II-era B-17E bomber nicknamed 'Swamp Ghost.' The airplane had crashed in a swamp in New Guinea during the war and was left there for decades before being removed. Today the plane is still unrestored, so there are holes from bullets and rust all throughout. My coworker had found a small kitten. She was all alone. No sign of a mother or other members of her litter anywhere. Unfortunately our hangar is also home to owls, which may have played a part in the disappearance of the rest of her litter.
After repeatedly texting my landlord, I found out that I could take this sweet girl home with me. All day she had quietly sat in a box in our offices without a peep. She came with me to the vet where he estimated her age at 6 weeks. Only weighed 1.3 pounds. Since she came home, all her shyness has melted away. Every minute is spent playing or napping away in the big blankets on the bed. Her fiesty energy is no doubt how she was able to survive without her mother.
I present my newly adopted kitten, Swampy.
When I raised four children in Australia we had pet mallard ducks, Honey and Sugar, raised from chicks, and The Duke, a male so named because he had a truly stately waddle :o)…we also had two budgies, one of whom sat on my shoulder most of the day in the house, and on walks. I taught Boo to say 'kiss mum', but could never teach him to say 'Doug's a naughty boy!' lol …The children and I also had a perfect little tiger tabby who gave endless hours of joy …sadly I no longer have birds, cat, nor ducks, because I've been a bit of a nomad in Europe the past 8 years…and that's been terriffic for me but no life for a pet…
I've been clicking for the rescue's bowl of food since I met a vet's wife in Portugal 7 years ago, and it's always disappointing when there is no story of the day
I just wanted to say how much I enjoy reading your rescue stories…they often make my day…evidence of human kindness….it fills my heart with warm emotion to know that kind people still exist…and practise random acts of caring….which is so obvious from all the loving kindness that pours from these posts…some of the stories have brought me to tears :o)
you restore my faith in humanity, thanks for that
best wishes to you all
Samantha and Elouise are 2 of a litter of 4 kittens born April 20, 2012, to a feral cat They and their mother were being tended by a Good Samaritan. The mother cat was run over by a car when the litter was 1 week old. The Good Samaritan knew 4, 1-week old kittens were beyond her ability. The vets and staff at Pellissippi Veterinary Hospital were glad to become their foster parents. Known today as Sam‘n’Ella, my husband and I adopted them in June 2012 (about 3 months old in the picture).
We know they had the same mother, but we think they must have had different daddies. Sam (black) a long, lanky lay-about, now weighs in at 16 pounds. Ella tips the scale at 7 pounds and is quite an agile acrobat, leaping 6 feet up door frames (yes, leaping, not climbing). Because 1) their eyes weren't open when their mother was killed, and 2) lived and were loved in a clinic for 5 weeks, they never learned the trademark, stereotypical cat characteristics. They want to be wherever we are, they come when called, Ella plays fetch, and Sam requests to be put to bed at night.
They have made their peace with Murran, our 11 year old Maltese/terrier (whom we adopted at 6 weeks). They are still coming to terms with Bear, our 1 year old Pomeranian/Yorkie (whom we adopted at 6 weeks). One of the vet techs thinks calling them Sam'n'Ella is "just awful"and will only call them Ella and Sam. As we say in the south, "Call me what you want; just don't call me late for supper."
Just so you know, all of our furry family members are (and have been), "free to good home."