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My Francesca was a hurricane Katrina rescue. She is now almost five years old. She was found as just a little baby all alone under a shed crying. She was coaxed out to the smell of cooking hot dogs. I had to take her in immediately. She was such a tiny little furball with matted hair, but her vet said she was going to be just fine. She was in good health and has always been a loving playful cat. She is still a furball with hair like a Persian, but I will never know her true breed. I think she sometimes thinks she is a dog because she loves to chew on things and play fetch with water bottle lids. She even has a bark like noise that she makes when she wants my attention. She has been great fun to have around and I am very thankful to have her in my home.
The pet store near my new apartment advertised that it helped the Homeless Cat Rescue organization and one day I went in and I fell for a 4 month old gray/white kit called Bianca. She had been born feral, runt of litter and very skittish; so much so they didn’t want to adopt her out alone. I had been nervous about getting two, but eventually gave in and Bianca and Roxy, a 5 month old grey tabby who’d watched out for Bianca, came home with me. It took almost 3 weeks before Bianca came out of hiding and trusted me, during which time Roxy and I bonded. Bianca is still tiny (2/3s Roxy’s size) and sometimes nervous, but she is my talkative little cuddle monster now. Roxy doesn’t talk unless she is REALLY excited and she is addicted to chasing laser dots. She's a smart one too: she’ll bump me, then the table where the pointer is and that’s her ‘Mom, I want to play now’ message. Bianca prefers chasing balls up and down the hall, and they both like a good cuddle-up. They seem, like me, to enjoy science-fiction because when the TV shows Stargate: Atlantis or Supernatural come on they actually stop, sit and watch. Only those shows though.
I still stop by the store to help out with the new rescue cats, and the folks there ask after them, by name, and want to see pictures. I love that they are adopting out rescue cats and not selling kitty-mill cats.
I am also happy I gave in and got them both; they have quite different personalities – which is what a family is all about - and they have really made my life complete.
Chico is a Greenwing Macaw that was recently rescued from the New Orleans area. A man had Chico in a small cage made for a cockatiel- Chico is almost 3 feet long! Chico couldn't even turn around in his cage to groom his feathers, let alone get any exercise. When Chico was loud his owner would spray him full force with a garden hose, knocking him off his perch. A non-bird person witnessed this and knew this wasn't right & decided to help Chico. Word was spread to find him a home and I agreed to give Chico his forever home. He climbed out of his carrier and onto my arm upon arriving at my house and said 'Uh Huh', and we've been bonding ever since. He is truly the sweetest Macaw I have ever seen. Now Chico gets plenty of exercise, fresh food and veggies and LOTS of love and I get lots of birdie kisses and cuddles. I've taken in many unwanted birds and Chico is very special.
This past February, we lost our beloved 8 year old Golden Retriever to kidney failure. We were devastated and heartbroken. Our home seemed empty, lacking the wonderful energy that only a dog can bring. I found myself lurking on Petfinders.com wondering if somewhere, just somewhere, there was a dog out there looking for me! Then my friend who volunteers at a rescue organization contacted me to tell me about Cheyenne, a golden mix who was being rescued from a high kill shelter in Tennessee. She fostered her and a week later we met her and brought her home.
The amazing part of this whole experience has been the adjustment process. There is something very special about adopting a rescue dog -- something that I never knew, having always purchased purebred puppies from reputable breeders. My family and Cheyenne have gone through the process of learning to love and trust each other. When I look at pictures of Cheyenne when we first adopted her in April, and pictures of her now, I see two very different dogs. She no longer looks stressed, or on guard, but looks totally relaxed. The worry is gone. Cheyenne has found her forever home, with people who love her and respect her. When we first adopted Cheyenne, and I looked into her eyes, I saw beautiful brown eyes. Now, when I look into Cheyenne's eyes, not only do I see those beautiful brown eyes, but she allows me to see into her soul! She trusts me enough to do so, and that has been the greatest gift. We are so very grateful to my friend and the rescue organization for leading us to a beautiful creature who has mended our broken hearts, and has allowed us to mend hers. We are ALL very blessed.
Our kitty Felly (aka Feline) joined us at the age of 2 months. Her belly was almost furrless and filled with fleas. She was quite skinny. We adopted her from a "flat cat breeder". One month later when back to the vet, the latte barely recognised her so beautifully she has changed. She's now 13, taught us the true meaning of unconditional love and fills our lives with love, joy and great events although she remained a "pirate kitty".
Bo was a rescue kitten in Friday Harbor, San Juan Islands. We found him when he was just a week old and waited patiently until he was ready to leave his Mom and siblings. At the time we found him we had no idea he was persian......what a surprise to watch him blossom into a huge fluff ball! (and he is only a year old!). Bo is very curious and loves everything!!! We added him to our family of one cat (Edward) who was three years old at the time and they are best buds!! Together Edward and Bo keep us entertained daily and provide our home with lots of laughs and love.
Edward was a rescue kitten from San Diego. We found him when he was 10 wks old and could not resist his very "look at me" attitude. We were told he was an only child and had no social skills so had to be in foster care for a few weeks. That was four years ago and he is the joy of our lives with his "quiet" ways and antics as you see in this picture.
Margarita was a Missouri Puppy Mill breeder dog who was caged, used and abused, for the first 8 to 10 years of her life. When she couldn't breed anymore she was put up for auction. There, she was found and rescued by caring people, from Wee Wagon Rescue, in Fort Myers, FL.
Two years ago, she was adopted by an aging, disabled, semi-retired nurse and went to live in a wonderful women's community. There, Margarita found many dog friends with which to walk and play; though, she prefers the company of cats, of which there are many, also.
At first, Margarita was terrified. She held her ears flat back against her head and her body stiff and still, like a dead rabbit. She tried to bite her new mom but, she could only gum her because, she had lost so many teeth due to neglect.
Slowly, with love and patience, and especially with her own great courage, Margarita began to accept petting and attention. Today, she will eat anything edible, that she can get into her mouth, despite having only about 7 teeth, none of which meet. She is loving, affectionate and playful with her mom, but also quite demanding, pulling all 6+ pounds of herself, mightily, against her leash, to insist on a walk or a ride in the car or the golf cart. She never, ever barks, but, she whimpers and cries to be picked up and held or taken along when mom goes out. Her mom is very proud and honored to be Margarita's person.
Margarita wants you to see her picture from the community Howloween Pet Parade. She hopes you will remember her and sign the petition to get rid of Missouri Puppy Mills. Please help free her puppies, grandpuppies, and all that are still there.
"I'm a beagle. One day I put my nose down and started to walk. Next thing I knew, I was lost. Someone found me after what seemed like a lifetime - which for me was a day without dinner. I was brought to a big store that was full of dog food. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! Two people stopped and started calling me Mickey. They looked nice, so I decided being this Mickey wasn't so bad."
"That was 7 years ago. I don't get lost anymore, because there is a fence around my really big back yard. Now my days are spent sleeping in the sun or in my favorite blue chair. Blue is my color. I haven't missed a meal in seven years, so perhaps getting lost isn't so bad?"
There are still many lost souls wandering the streets. Now is your time to save one. All it takes is one meal a day and a sunbeam.
He came into my life one frigid December morning, a sick, bedraggled handful of kitten, cold, sick and hungry. One rub against my leg, one "meow", and that was it. For the next 13 years he filled my life with joy and laughter. August 25, 2010, will be ten years since I had to say good bye--yet the memory of him still makes me teary-eyed. As Leo Dworken so perfectly stated, "No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat." They truly leave pawprints in our hearts. I still miss you, sweetie!