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Missy is my little Silver/white Princess. She was owned by the neighbors next door who could not keep her. She was bedraggled, thin and had bloody gums, but her owners never got around to taking her to the Vet. One day I catnapped her and I took her to the vet. Then they allowed me to have her.
THAT was my LUCKY day. Much money later and no teeth, Missy is the most courageous, most loving tiny girl EVER. She has her own bed by a space heater, goes out back to sun herself and climbs the ladder to check over her property. She takes care of her "boys" (her brothers) and gives me so much love that she makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world. I am truly HONORED to be her person, and I love her MORE than I can ever begin to say!
We live in the wood and he came along almost 3 years ago. At the time we had two older cats and our vet bills were outragous. So my husband tried to trap him but for some reason the trap didn't work. Were weren't going to keep him so I called him the Little One. See how well that worked out he's still here. So I just kept feeding him and got him a dog house which was defective had a replacement and I called an Organization called Stray Cat Blues( they handle strays and feral cats ) and gave the house to them. I told the guy that I didn't know what I was going to do since we had two older cats that were costing a fortune every month he asked if I could afford $50.00 which I agreed . So now I had to trap a cat that just started to trust me (he hates people and still does) and I had just lost the" love of my life "( he was sixteen) the week before which looked just like this one. Now by this time he weighed 12lbs and I called him Little One. Everyone told me that he wouldn't come back for at least two days if not longer. The next morning at 5:45AM I called him and he came running and rubbing right against me. I say God sent him to me help me get thru putting my baby down. Which he did help I still had another boy quite old (17) and had so many things wrong with him I almost became a tech. I just lost him almost 9 months so now Spunky is the only one I have that's what I named him. He now weighs 14.2lbs.
In Phoenix, stray cats give birth to litters all over the place. But my 14-year-old granddaughter was still surprised when these four adorable faces peeked out of the shrubs around their pool.
The next day when she went to look for them, the mother had moved them...but where?
Heather and her brother, Jacob, knocked on doors and put up flyers all over the neighborhood until they had located the litter. They put the 5-week olds in a box and took them home.
They were wild, hissey little bundles of fur that wanted nothing to do with humans for the first week or so, but with patience and gentleness have turned into loving pets...yes, they kept them all! They have regular vet visits and are all spayed/neutered.
The boys are Yin and Yang and the girls are Willow and Cocoa Chanel. They are very entertaining and bring much joy to the house.
My susan and I were doing our daily walk around the ring road that circles the city park and saw this young black lab mix spinning around and then stopping with a raised paw as each walker or jogger came by.
No one stopped and few even bothered to notice.
That was 10 years ago.
Toby has diabetes and needs insulin shots. He's lost his eyesight but not his wonderful heart and spirit.
When I came home from heart surgery two years ago, I awoke the following morning to find every toy toby owned placed up on the bed beside me and my faithful friend with his head on the bed next to mine.
He isn't my pet..I'm his human.
While dropping off supplies at my Animal Shelter this little old lady was being turned in because her owners couldn't care for her anymore. Although I had two other rescues at home, I just couldn't walk away. I am happy to say she fit right in and now I couldn't imagine life without her.
Tiki ( a Flame Point ) came to me by my son who brought him home when he returned from British Columbia Canada. They flew out to Ontario when he was just 11 weeks old. I fell in love with him the second I took him out of his flight cage. He is the sweetest most loving animal one could have. He and his siblings were abbondoned out in BC and my son found homes for all of them except Tiki, who he knew had to come home with him. 4 years later this awesome friend saved my life. He is forever safe , loved and will never have a worry in his life! And we have an awesome cat we cherish and adore and yes spoil rotten! About a year ago we got him a friend, a seal point siamese who was resucued from a kitten mill and now Tiki is happy as anything because he has a buddy he adores and they are best friends. Rat ( the new one ) keeps Tiki fit and happy and us laughing at thier antics
After a late evening, I stopped at a local convenience store for some Gummi Bears. On the way in, I noticed a small black kitten crying on the doorstep. I asked the clerk if he knew anything about the cat, but all he could tell me is that he had been there for hours. When I went back outside, I looked down and asked the kitten, "Well, what the heck are you doing out here?" He looked up, said "Mrrow!" very decisively, fell over onto my shoes, and started purring. That was it...I knew he'd be mine forever. He is now a gorgeous, shiny cat who lovingly head-butts everyone he meets and even makes friends with dogs. Sure, his head is small, his tail is crooked and his belly swings from side to side when he runs...but he's my one and only Frank.
When Tara passed from her cancer, my husband, who has allergies, said we shouldn't have any more cats. I reluctantly agreed (he is taking medication for his condition). About two months later, my neighbor asked me to come over and meet the kitty they found living in a box at a car dealership. She said that I could better describe the cat to others if I saw it in person - so I agreed to help find this cat a new home. When I saw him, and he looked up at me so sweetly, I knew I had to be the one to adopt him! I treated my husband to a nice dinner and paid for it - that was the tipoff - he asked what I was up to! I told him about the cat - and pleaded to accept the cat on a "trial basis" - I would do everything to keep the dander down and my husband's sneezing under control too!. Well, this trial basis has lasted 5 years now! Muffy and my hubby have bonded very well together - he's the love of our lives - that dinner was well worth the investment!
I went to several shelters during the search for my first cat. All of the cats I saw were just sleeping or ignored me. My friend kept telling me to go to this small shelter far from my house - I thought she was crazy. Why would I find a cat there if I couldn't find one at a bigger shelter? Finally I went and that's where I met Riley, a beautiful gray tabby. She walked right up to the door of her kennel when she saw me and started purring. That's when I knew that she had to come home with me.
We met Buddy four years ago, outside our old apartment. He showed up one day out of nowhere, and although he was sweet, he would not get close enough for us to pet him. We saw construction workers had been feeding him - a clear indication he didn't have a home. My boyfriend put out water and tried to feed him bread (yes, BREAD, to a CAT). We ended up going to the gas station and got food.The next night, he was still there, and finally came close enough to let us pet him. You could feel every last bone in his skinny little body, his ribs, his spine, everything, that is how emaciated he was. Neutered and declawed, we realized he didn't have much of a shot of catching his own food or surviving much longer, so we took him in. Very sweet and loving, he wouldn't stop rubbing my legs or crying, so off Adam went to wal-mart. When he returned with $100 worth of cat toys, food, a bed and other supplies, I knew Buddy wasn't going anywhere. Turns out the people who moved out of the one of the apts left him, apparently to starve. At 5 lbs for a full-grown cat, he was in trouble! To this very day I can't imagine who would kick him out, he is the sweetest, cutest thing you've ever seen. Today, at a healthy 14 lbs, Buddy Luv rules the house, lives for his tummy rubs and checking out every lap and person who comes in. He is the king of the castle and we love him :)