It had been raining heavily for two days straight here in the Yucatan. The streets were flooded and mine now had quite a swift current flowing in all it's gutters. It was close to bed time when I started hearing the soft cries of a kitten some where out in the soaking wet night. I went out four different times to see where it was coming from. But each time I went out to the street, it would stop crying and I couldn't find it in the darkness. I was now drenched but I knew I would be unable to sleep with it crying for help. So on the fifth try, I was determined to stand there in the rain till it started again. It finally let out another squeaky plea and I was finally able to tell the direction it was coming from. There in the current of the water swollen gutters was the tiniest black kitten clinging onto a branch that had fallen. She was totally soaked and looked up at me with the biggest, saddest eyes. I scooped her up and tucked her into my jacket. Once inside, I dried her off and fed her and named her Rain. She curled up next to me that night purring and is still here with me eight months later.
Carmella was found in a flooded drainage ditch. Her litter mates all drowned and she was barely alive. My vet saved her life. I was lucky enough to adopt her and now she is the Queen of the house and star of her own children's book series! A true rags to riches story!
Not sure who rescued who..but this little guy was passed over at the shelter due to he's 10+ years old with a severe heart condition & at some point, could go into congestive heart failure.But we both needed each other & their loss..they missed out on a true sweet heart & a real character..so happy to be his Momma.
Sept 29th 2018 was unseasonably cold here in WI.It was 32 degrees as I was on the road to the gas station at 5am this saturday morning to get a decaf coffee for my daughter, who had spent the night.This is something I never do at this time in the morning. It was black out as I drove the 5 miles on the country road. I passed a kitten on the side of the road near a farm which was not unusual. As I slowed not to hit it, it looked at me as my headlight shone on it's little body. I got an uneasy feeling because it never moved. I said a prayer for it and headed on. At the gas station I could not get this kitty out of my mind and I made a vow to investigate if it was still there on the way home. I prayed again for the kitty as I headed back toward home. It was still there. I pulled up directly in front of it and got out. It was bleeding from one ear and could not move.It let out a little meow as I picked it up and put it in a dog bed that was in my back seat. I waited for my daughters vet to open(mine is closed weekends). My daughter got me into her vet an hour away on emergency and we rushed this tiny kitty in. The vet estimated her at 4mos. She had a broken pelvis and head trauma. As they were trying to examine her, she crawled under my arm with a tiny meow to try to hide. It melted everyone in the room. I knew then she had been meant for me. I was not looking for another cat, with 2 older cats and a dog at home, I wasn't sure how it would go. I just knew God would have to work it out. I named her Lady Luck at the advice of the vet tech, but later changed it to Jayna, meaning God has been gracious. I knew it was God who crossed our paths.Jayna spent some time recovering from her trauma. As I introduced her to the other rescues who have been with me for some time, it went better than I had hoped for. Her recovery was speedy and soon she was knocking plants out of my window and getting into everything she could find. Her and my 14 year old cat Jack made fast friends and chase each other through the house. She even goes to Iowa to visit my mom for a week at a time with the dog and I. I can't leave her home yet for that long as I feel I may come back to a disaster. She is going in this tuesday to be spayed. I can't believe it has already been over 3 months since God led our paths to cross. This little clown is the life of the party and eats like a horse. I am an avid animal lover and I am so grateful Jayna's life did not end on that cold, dark road. I just wish every animal had a safe and loving story.
During the Woolsey fires, on Friday the 9th after being evacuated, I had to make a delivery to one of my accounts. Going through Compton, a heard the scream of a dog when being hit by a car on the opposite side of the road, when I looked saw the car taking off and the dog limping to the center divider, made a u-turn, pick him up, took him to a vet in Covina my friend Gino recommended. He had a broken leg and a fracture pelvis, the great people from Covina Animal Hospital did a wonderful job inserting a rod with ten screws in his leg during surgery. Now, two months later he feels so good he enjoys destroying my home every time I leave him alone.
A little kitten was walking by a stone wall near a church up the street from where I live. He was struggling to get back up the wall without much success. He was teeny tiny and on his own. I picked him up and looked into his bright blue eyes and saw right away that unless I could find his mommy, he was coming home with me. I never was able to find mommacat or any other kittens near the place he either jumped down from or fell from. 9 months later, he is the amazing Ollie cat, full of surprises and sweet mayhem and little brother to his 17 year old sister JellyGirl.
Chino was a true rescue. I found him curled up on top of the rest of his dead siblings. Mama had been killed by a dog that had been trained to hunt down and kill other animals. Chino was about 6-7 weeks old at the time. I scooped him up immediately as there was NO WAY I could leave him behind to starve or be killed. It did not matter that I already had 2 indoor cats at home. I got kitten food and took him home where he ate then went to sleep like he knew that he was finally safe at last. He got along great with the other two cats and ended up being my heart kitty. He was kitty # 3 and he had a long and happy life and passed away after 15 wonderful years. I am on kitties # 6 and 7 now and love them as I have all my cats, but Chino will always have that special place in my heart.
There is never a dull moment in our house. Some call it chaos--we call it family! Our family included a terrier mix with unknown history that left him with PTSD and aggression when scared or confused, a senior Chow-Shepherd mix going to the vet for laser hip treatment twice a week, and three adults with different jobs and schedules, including running a vintage radio repair shop. On the way home one night, I saw movement in the left lane of a busy street that I thought was a blowing piece of paper, but it was moving like an animal. When we got closer we saw it was a teeny tiny kitten. Without discussion, my partner got out of the car and scooped her up. By the time we got home ten minutes later, she had a name and a vet appointment. Radiola was a mere ten ounces and six weeks old when she left the chaos of the streets to live in the chaos of our family!
There was a cemetery near Xenia, OH where a local farmer used to take his "excess kittens" and dump them. It was a favorite hunting ground for owls, foxes and other hungry critters. My son lived across the road from this cemetery and one day. as he was headed out to go to work, he saw what he thought was an oddly colored squirrel. When he got closer he saw that it was a tiny kitten, no bigger than his hand, but quick! After much dodging among the headstones, he finally captured her and brought her to me. Xenia was my love for 19 years and though I have loved other cats since, she will always be my angel.
I was notified that a cat was trying to get into peoples homes in the RV camp where I live. Park policy is trap and take to the ASPCA. I went to check out the cat and found a skinny, very hungry Ocicat! I kept him in a dog cage outside while I looked for his owner by posters and word of mouth. Day 5, it's pouring buckets and even though I covered the cage, he's getting wet. I wrapped him in a towel and put him in my bathtub to dry him off. He starts purring and let me give him belly rubs! I'm in love! My other cat is not! My friend and I set out to a local vet to see if he is chipped. Yes, he is and the owner is local. I'm feeling sad because I love this sweet boy but I know that the owner must be frantic with worry. I give them my phone number and go home to await her call. Three days later, no call back and no answers to messages from vet or Petfinders. (FYI-Petfinder will ask for your number for contact but will not release owners info.) Petfinders finally give me the number of the place she got the cat from. They agree to contact her and let me know what's going on. Finally! She takes the call! It turns out that she dumped the cat 2 months earlier because her new boyfriend DOESN'T LIKE CATS! What!? I am trying to get the information changed on his chip but I can't without her permission. They do have a statement from me saying that she will NEVER get him back! I would have thrown the boyfriend out. Not the cat! She is not a person that deserves to own an animal. EVER! "Ripley" is filling out now after not being fed for a while. He is presently sitting on the back of a chair, in a sunspot, and purring! He IS home now! My pets are family! Ripley has joined our family as a furever pet! He and my other cat are becoming friends. As far as I am concerned, he can have all the love and belly rubs he wants! He deserves them!