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Mr. Troubles was a semi-feral neighborhood kitten I caught and got neutered. He ended up being my $1000 cat with hip surgery. About six months later Belle showed up in my yard 7+ weeks pregnant. 11 days later she delivered 12 puppies, 11 of whom survived. 8 weeks later all of the puppies were rehomed and Belle seemed to gravitate toward the cats....she picked Mr. Troubles as he had picked her. They've been best buds for the past 5 years.
Belle has since also adopted 3 more semi-feral rescues who seem to know she's there to hang with them when she's outside. She's also adopted another young male tuxedo cat name The Zoid who follows her everywhere she goes and she actually plays with him. I get a little concerned since she weighs 58 pounds and he weighs 6 but it's all good for them and she's never hurt any of them even by accident.
Since I told you about Pip, I think I should share a story about Rufus. Rufus is my constant companion. I work out of my home and at least 80% of the day while I am at my computer, he sits on my lap. If I get up to do something, he jumps down, hops in my chair; when I return, he jumps back on my lap. I can switch my legs around, he doesn’t care.
So, Rufus is very sweet. He is adventurous, but he’s not especially bright. He gets himself into troubles he can’t get himself out of. I have open kitchen cabinets and when he was younger, he would jump up into them and nestle himself among my big spaghetti pot or my gravy boat. Then he would meow for me to get him down because he was afraid to jump down himself. He would often get himself into situations and not know how to get out of the problem he had caused himself.
The best situation that Rufus got into was one I was able to catch here on camera. I know a lot of cats love to get into Christmas trees, and I’ve heard stories, but I didn’t have any firsthand experience until I had Rufus. I had decorated the tree; (by the way, after I brought these cats home, I switched from my expensive glass ornaments to plastic ornaments. I didn’t trust my cats when they were kittens, and after 12 years, I still don’t trust them with the tree) I was in my office and I heard an odd sound from the living room where the tree was. I went over and looked at the tree and there was Rufus, perched on the top, holding on for his life. Oh My! Luckily, I remembered to grab the camera and take this shot before I got the step ladder to pick him off the tree. Fortunately he hasn’t done this prank again. He’s getting a little old and sore now. But he still loves sitting on my lap, he’s in on it right now.
I have always had a cat in my life. So, I have lots of cat stories. My favorite one concerns one of my current cats, Pip.
It all started back in 2005. We had 3 cats: Beau the 18 year old male, along with Leo my orange tabby male and Agate our tortie female. Life was good. But then around Thanksgiving, Beau was sent over the rainbow bridge due to health issues. Then a week later we discovered that Leo had liver cancer and he died suddenly. It was such a shock; I had lost my two boys. I was devastated.
We waited until after the holidays, but right after, in early January, I rushed to the humane society to bring home my new boys. And there they were; two 9 month old brown tabbies were waiting for me. They became Rufus (I liked the name) and Pip (after the character in Great Expectations). Our family was complete again.
But there was something about Pip. He never filled out like Rufus. And he and Agate just seemed to not get along very well. They both just acted prissy around each other. I mentioned it to the vet who just said that Pip was one of those odd cats. So a year went by. I had looked at Pip’s bottom and thought to myself, this is not a male cat. So during the next annual checkup the vet confirmed that yes, Pip is not a male, she is a GIRL! You can imagine our shock! Our tabbies were no longer “the boys”. We were stunned for a day or so, and then everything fell into place. Once we acknowledged she was a she, Pip blossomed. She is 12 now, she is Princess Pippy and she rules the house. Pictured are Rufus (left) and Pip (right)..
During the height of the storm, I noticed something grey and furry slink around the corner in the kitchen. With the storm at its worst, I decided to pretend I didn’t see anything. After the storm passed, I discovered it was a young cat, well groomed and neutered, so my husband tried to put him outside so he could “go home”. The cat totally freaked out about being outside and kept scrambling to get back in. If we closed the door with him still outside, he returned through the pet door on the opposite side of the house. We decided that perhaps he was an indoor only cat and put up posters on every corner for a 3-mile radius as well as in pet stores, notifying the police department, shelters, etc. Since our elderly girls, Princess and Minuit (also rescues), were receptive to sharing their home with him; we decided to let him stay till he was claimed.
No-one ever did claim him. After a year we took him to the vet for immunizations and to be micro-chipped. Once he was confident that he was “home”, he started following my husband outdoors to hang laundry, put out the trash, etc., and then followed him back indoors. He loved to roll on the carpet in front of the fire in the winter, lounge in the windows in the summer, and cuddle with me at bed-time. We were blessed to have his comfort when our girls crossed the rainbow bridge within a short time of each other. Unfortunately in 2016 we had to bring him to the rainbow bridge when fast growing mouth cancer caused him to be unable to eat or drink. My heart was broken as this was the first time in over 30-years we didn't have a fur baby. They will all be forever in our hearts!
While vacationing at our timeshare in Humacao, Puerto Rico during March of 1996, in a 2nd floor corner unit, next to a tall tree, a kitten climbed down from the tree to greet my husband in the early morning while reading outside, begging for a free meal. Of course he found something for her and the visits became more frequent. There always were a lot of strays in the area and we always fed them while vacationing there for years. This one was different. She seemed to be more used to people and would let you pet her and cuddle a bit. After a couple of days, she was hanging out with us and our friends, both indoors and outdoors. As time came close to leaving for home, I couldn't bear the though of just leaving her, amongst the many other strays, so we found a local vet to have her checked out and get her shots and a "good health" certificate. We called the Airlines to find that if we could put a pet in a carrier under the front seat, we could bring the pet on board - which is what we did. There is a small tree frog in Puerto Rico called Coqui, so that is what her name would be. She didn't grow much from the small size at about 6 months old, estimated by the first vet. It took a bit to get her acclimated with our 2 other cats, but it all worked out. When we went back to Puerto Rico the next year - all the strays were gone - they had been "taken care of", sadly. We were blessed to have gotten Coqui home when we did.
We had Coqui for almost 20 years, losing her mid-January, 2016, when her legs just wouldn't hold her up any longer. She ruled our house, especially when she was the only kitty in the household. Coqui truly was our fiesty Puerto Rican Princess!
She arrived at the shelter in a cardboard box sealed with duct tape. Upon opening it, the man told shelter workers that she was vicious and should probably just be euthanized. She weighed only 5 pounds, even with all the mats that covered her body, including her eyes. After cutting holes in the mats for her to see, she was nicknamed "Peach" because she was so sweet. She was, however, afraid of everything and wouldn't even venture outside her run at the shelter. It seems she had been a puppy mill mom, and so probably never got out of a crate. It was a challenge to house train her, and work with her on her fears. Fast forward a year...she's the light of our lives, weighs a healthy 10 pounds, and is no longer afraid of much except loud noises. She's a bit spoiled, but deserves to be!
As I fed my 2 cats in the kitchen, I heard a very young, “Me----Me…” at the back door. I stepped out and saw a small black and white flash of fur, running across the lawn and under the fence. I left a small bowl of dry food and water on the step. It was gone when I got home that night.
I found out from my neighbor that the people down the street had moved and left a mama cat and 6 kittens behind. She had caught all but the one I had seen. I kept leaving food and water out and would talk to her each time I saw her. It took me 3 months before I could finally pet her and another 2 months before I could pick her up. A trip to the vet said she was healthy and all shots got updated. When asked for a name, Meme was the only logical one!
She lived with me for 13 wonderful years, always with lots of love, pats and food. She went over the rainbow bridge a few weeks ago to see her brother and sister. I miss her being next to me on the bed, her academy award winning eyes when she wanted treats and her touching my nose when she wanted breakfast. Little Meme, you will be in my heart, always.
I work nights at a hotel in Florida and unfortunately people sometimes abandon their cats on the property. Many of the employees feed our little feral colony, taking turns buying kibble and storing it in a big bin in the office. One day a young tuxedo cat showed up, hungry and scared. He was very affectionate but didn't get along with the other cats. We fed him seperately from them (by the pool) and tried to find him a home as he was obviously an indoor cat. One morning he followed me to my car and jumped right in, he hopped into the back window and let out a loud Meow as if to say, "What are you waiting for? Let's go home!"; And so we did. I named him Batman and he is still incredibly affectionate and loving 3 years later. He brings me joy and mischief and seems to know he may have had a hard future ahead if not for coming home that day with me. I like to say that I didn't rescue him, he rescued himself!
My precious baby Blue. Blue came to me on October 4, 2009, as a 4 ½ month old Beagle/Rottweiler mix from the rescue facility, Four Legged Love, out of Toronto. He was so full of energy and playfulness and became the baby brother to my Otis, who was an abused and abandoned Basset Hound. Blue taught Otis how to be a dog again and it was always a house of laughter when they would play. I had 6 colourful years with my baby boy. On August 25, 2015, I was devastated to learn that Blue had stage 4 lymphoma and was given 2 – 6 months. With his treatment and cannabis oil, Blue outlived the cancer by a couple of months however the lymphoma infection became uncontrollable. My darling boy suffered a heart attack on March 5, 2016, and died at home. It was the only bad day he had while dealing with his illness. He handled his disease with grace and a not-giving-up attitude and was his fun, playful self. Even his pawprints were still in the snow from when he played outside the day before. He comes to me in my dreams, always giving me his tasty kisses. Life will never be the same without my darling Blue
It was an icy cold night in February 2006 when I met a friendly little black kitten roaming a pub car park in an area dominated by urban foxes. The bar tender told me the little cat has been living in the builder's skip at the rear or the pub since January and appeared to be abandoned after Christmas. He was amazed that it had survived this long because the area was dominated by foxes and the skip was going in two days time!
As we left to come home, the friendly little kitten approached me again and cheekily jumped into our car as we were leaving. I looked at the frost on the ground and gave in. We took him home for one night but he had ticks and fleas so had to stay in the garage before I took him to the vet for a checkover the next day.
He was sick, undernourished and needed help. The vet cared for him for over a week while we tried, but failed, to find his owner. So he came home to us.
Skippy is now 11 years old and adored by his adopted tabby sisters, Lilly and Lulu.