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I have had animals most of my life, most of them strays, and Kylie was no exception. My son found her at our camp this past August, which is two hours away from my home. I was not with him, so he sent me a text message telling me he found another kitten. He also found our other cat Bella at our camp two years earlier. My daughter and I didn't hesitate and jumped in the car at 8:00 pm at night and drove the two hours to camp to get her. She was so tiny and so lovable. As soon as I took her in my arms, she curled up under my neck and fell asleep. We have now had her for five months and she is one of the most loving cats I have had. Bella had a hard time at first, but now they play for hours and Kylie loves to give Bella a bath.
I broke the long standing house rule of: "No more animals than people in the house" when I brought Pilsbury home. I saw him at the PetSmart adoption area, a giant 18 pound cat and had to meet him. He seemed friendly enough. He had been residing at the North Myrtle Beach Humane Society for the past 1.5 years. Pilsbury was considered a special needs cat due to a past urinary blockage that requires a prescription food. His age was estimated to be five years at the time of adoption, February 2010. He fits in well at the house with the other rescues, two dogs and another cat. I find his crabbyness and quirkiness endearing. Occasonally he wanders through the house late in the evening meowing which always makes me laugh. He enjoys his special food and lounging around like a corpulent cat should. Thanks to everyone that adopts a friend for life.
Back in early summer 1999, my wife and I were shopping at a local PetSmart making purchases for our feline family. I noticed a curled-up white ball of fur in one the cage maintained by the rescue group "Pets N People", having just lost our beloved white odd-eyed and deaf feline "Jai" (Pronounced "Jay") I wanted a closer look at the ball of fur.
Ironically of of the workers was cleaning the cages and asked if I wanted to see "Lori" (As she was then named) and I said "sure", not realizing until she was removed from the cage that the curled up ball of white fur was a Scottish Fold - Apparently separated from her previous owners since this was a few weeks after the May 3rd F-5 tornado that devastated the OKC metro area.
My wife Debbie & I adopted her and named her "Shioban", which I renamed to "Woodchuck" (For her 'prairie dog' like stance upon her back legs). She had a hilarious 'meow' that sounded more like 'machine gun fire' than a common 'meow'. And of course noone could resist her crystal blue eyes.
When my wife passed away in October 2008, it wasnt much long afterwards before "Woodchuck" passed away - I believe she passed because she had a broken heart from losing her "human Mama".
As my husband & I were enjoying our decadent Rappie Pie & Lobster with Candle Light on Xmas Eve 2007 this Face appeared in the window right before us. I moved my finger around on the glass & he responded in play, but when I opened the door he shot off into the brittle cold night. Daily he would come to eat & eat & eat the food we left out until late February. I became so concerned, as it was marking around -40 with an awful wind chill ~ And, from checking around the Hamlet he belonged to no one. To my relief, after two days, he again showed his Face, but this time when I opened the door he was right at the foot of it, and didn't move. I picked him up to bring him in without fuss. He looked so big but weighed nothing, & was One Big Mat ~ All of his food energy went to keeping himself warm. Charlie now relishes in showing off and insists on 'His Way' before he bats his 'Baby Eyes'. He is right at home & we love him.
Just a quick update. Jesse has landed with his unit in Indiana, finally, after being stuck in Russia for four days worth of snow storms. They were going to be held in Indiana for five days, but his unit headquarters sent me an e-mail stating he should be home within twenty-four hours. I will soon be posting the re-union!!
We were reviewing photo's of Frago in Afghan. compared to him now, totally different animal. Frago is looking great, gained weight, totally playful and happy. Thank all of you again for your kind words and encouragement!
Love to all
Frago, Jim, Jesse, & Family
In 2001, I was between jobs and volunteering at our local shelter. At the time, we had 4 cats but had room to foster those that had surgery, were ill or just didn't do well at the shelter. Our first two fosters went back to the shelter and were adopted, but then came Abby. At the time, her age was estimated to be between 3-5 years old, she had a bad upper respitory illness, her coat was dull and she was pulling out her fur from the stress of being at the shelter. Within 3 weeks of arriving at our home, her beautiful grey coat was shiny, her eyes were clear, and the URI had mostly cleared up. When it was time to return her to the shelter, I just couldn't do it. At first my husband didn't want 5 cats, however Abby won him over. Since then, she's developed diabetes, hypothyroidism, pancreatitis,IBD and has lost most of her teeth to gum disease. On two occasions we came very close to losing her, but she's a fighter. We now have 6 cats, all of them are rescues, and we can't imagine our lives without them.
I started searching Petfinder.com for Shelters that may have a rat terrrier for adoption. Our very much loved rat terrier had been hit by a car in front of our property and was killed.
So in an attempt to "fill that empty hole" I searched for another rat terrier. I knew I could have found a puppy quite easily but I wanted to give a dog in a shelter a home.
There was one rat terrier that "called" to me from the Council Bluffs Animal Shelter". I called my husband who was at work and told him I had adopted a dog.
When my husband got home the new dog did not like him at all. He had been fine with the shelter male staff but for some reason did not like my husband. He was violent towards my husband, he barked at him and even tried to bite him. We thought maybe the dog felt he had to protect me because he had "sensed" my illness (cancer).
I had called staff at the shelter, they recommended a few things, and even offered to take him back. I am happy to say we did not have to do that. My husband did not give up on the dog, he played one on one catch with him, he walked him on the leash, he tried everything.
Finally, after about a month the dog came around and since then the two of them are best buddies.
The shelter dog "Connor" who they had named "Conway" is a wonderful companion to both of us and is part of our family.
We never did get to send in our "success story" of Conway (our Connor) to the Council Bluffs Animal Shelter so we just wanted to say thank you!
Our existing dog Buster , a blue heeler, was bored just hanging out with our 3 rescue cats. As a working dog, he didn't have much work and the cats didn't want to play with him as roughly as he likes to play. Chelsea was found running down a highway very scared with not much meat on her bones. She was trapped at a gas station . Starving and scared, she ended up at the shelter. When we met her it was love at first sight. Now Buster and Chelsea are inseparable and play all day long. She loves playing chase and tug o war with her new brother. She was the best thing for our family and now she has a forever home. Shelter dogs rock!
One day I was at work and my daughter texted me, "Mom, can we have another cat?" A neighbor had found her cold, wet, and meowing under a bush in the snow. He knew we loved cats. She was sick and looked like she only had one eye because she had a bad cold and her eye was swollen shut. We already had one, Oreo (a black and white), that had been part of our family for about 9 years at the time. When I came home and saw those huge sad eyes, I was lost. She has been part of our family for almost 3 years now and Oreo treats her like family. She's afraid of thunderstorms (she hides under the covers with one of us) and is a "big sister" to our two foster kittens. She's very shy around strangers but she sleeps with either my daughter or me every night.
After our dog Jedi was hit by a car, we thought his sister would die from a broken heart -- and we felt pretty much the same. We decided to honor Jedi by adopting "Jake", a young heeler cross, whom we found on Petfinder. Jake was scheduled to be euthanized, but now his loving, joyful nature is helping all of us to heal. What a GREAT dog -- please adopt today!