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This is 10 month old,"Tuffy". His mama, who lived in the woods, deposited him and his sister on the door step of a near by house. She did this several times before the lady of the house got the hint and took the babies in. She gave the two kittens to her neighbor who owned a dog grooming shop. That's where I found Tuffy. He was only 1 1/2 pounds and about 4 weeks old. He had been weaned and had very good bathroom manners. It took 24 hours for him to get used to being handled and now he can't get enough "handling"!
Georgie always looked like he knew far too much about bad situations in his past. But he had a strong constitution for going ahead with life and hoping things would get better. I hope his time with me was as good for him as it was for me. I got Georgie in his middle to late years, as I don't know how old he was. He had been living with a distant neighbor who was moving and wasn't real sure what would become of Georgie or his mother. I took both cats home. Sadly, Georgie's mom had inoperable cancer, but she was given lots of love and TLC in the last 3 months of her life. Georgie loved to come and sit on the couch with my boyfriend and I and be petted. He had never lived inside before. He had a favorite catnip mouse that he used to carry around in the middle of the night while meowing loudly. He loved to lay in the sun on the slate patio, especially near the end of his days with us. One summer he was outside and didn't come in before dark as per usual. We had a storm which caused massive flooding in the neighborhood. Our grounds were underwater, and he would have had to swim home for the next 3 days. Of course I was frantic and put up signs and went looking everyday. On the 10th day, when I got up for work, his little face greeted me outside the french doors to the patio! I was never so happy to see anyone! And he never strayed far from home again!
We found Phil (orange tabby) first at Phil's gas station laying in grease and oil so weak he couldn't get up. We bought him home and he is doing great. Two months later we found Gracie she had a rough start, her mom rejected her and she was going to be put down. We stepped in and bottle feed her every two hours for months Phil and Gracie where the best of friends always together always side by side. On February 29th ago we took Gracie to Forgotten Cats ( a cat resue) to be neutered and she passed during the operation, they say this is rare but we are heart broken(:0( Gracie's best friend Phil was so lonely without her. We found Phil a new friend name Cole a pure black stray. We will never forget our Gracie.
One evening I heard a cat meowing as I fed my 2 barn cats their dinner.
I looked up to see an orange and white kitty sitting just on my fence line
in the grass. I told him to come on over, and it didn't take long before
he was joining Totti and Pinky daily for supper. I took him to my vet for
neutering and his shots, and he has called this home ever since.
It took a bit of time for the other 2 cats to welcome him wholeheartedly
but they are all friends now. Julius likes to play and climb trees and
In fact if it weren't for his insistent cry that first night, I might have
missed the chance to get to know this sweet boy.
I saw him scamper from the front of the restaurant towards the back. A
swoosh of orange and white. A small swoosh at that. I followed and up a
tree he went. I told him I would be right back with some chicken for him,
but when I came out, of course he was gone.
I returned later that day with a trap borrowed from a friend who does
animal rescue. After setting it with some delectable tuna, I left. I spent
a few hours wondering if I would be successful, and to my delight, he
was indeed inside when I came back just before dark.
He was named Biscuit, after first trying "nugget" on for size. He has come
a long way from the scared kitten he first was, and will let me pet him and
we are learning to like a comb too! He loves playing with another of our
strays - they chase each other back and forth and up and down! What a face!
Annie found me at at horse show in KY. She was a older puppy who had obviously been dumped there. She was so thin and hungry. She was flea infested and had mange. Also she was coming in heat. In spite of all her maladies she was so friendly. She just wanted to play and be with the other horse show dogs. People would shout at her and run her away. She found her way to my trailer. I immediately fell in love with her. She came home with me nine years ago. She is the best dog. Loves everybody. They say one man's trash is another mans treasure and that what she is to us a treasure.
My Oreo is a wonderful year old B&W cat. My cat Oliver & I had lost our cat Kiki recently - he & I were heartbroken! Oliver is an Orange Marmalade Colored male who is also half Maine Coon Cat! He has the fur patterns, Pads, Fur ruff, etc. of the Maine Coon cat, he's gentle as a lamb, except in the presence of feet in socks!
I popped into Mom's house one day & my Niece had two kittens being being shown to her as potential adoptees. Little tiny Oreo walked over to me, gently climbed onto my Shoulder & went to sleep purring!
THAT was THAT!
To my astonishment, Oliver completely welcomed him immediately, no territorial acting out or issues from Oreo or Oliver! WOW!! 6 months later, "male" Oreo went into heat! Ta-dahhhhhh! (Ah-haaH!)
Oreo is an incredibly lithe and talented Acrobat, has thumbs, and can balance on the back of a thin railed chair perfectly. Oreo has perfected the "Who, ME???" look to perfection! Oreo is very bonded to me and while Oliver patrols the house at night, Oreo sleeps in my Bed, and watches over me all night long! My Niece adopted Oreo's Brother, who apparently is pretty wild and pesky! Guess who got the RIGHT cat! LOL.
I never had a female before- she teaches me something new everyday. Oliver loves her too! He went from non-stop crying out and searching for Kiki to loving, grooming and playing with Oreo. Both respond to my whistling for them.
My life would be empty without them!
LOVE ME & LOVE MY CATS!
My name is Pupshky. I was rescued from the highway and I am now living with 4 other dogs, all rescued dogs, and a Siamese cat. Find attached some of my baby photos.
Bow Wow, Chow for now.
This is Spike with Pieknine laying on his back. Spike was rescued from the M13 at Ichanga on a cold, windy day. It was a miracle that he survived as he was covered in fleas, had worms and mange, which made him loose all his hair. Pieknine was rescued from a rubbish dump in Chatsworth.
I was feelin' very blue at Christmas 7 yrs. ago, when there was a knock at my door, 2 of my deariest friends were at my doorstep, one in a Santa suit with Robbie in a Christmas sock. They found her at the SPCA. She is almost 8 yrs. old now & the love of my life, she loves the water, our best time has been playing in the sea kelp in the gulf islands. That was the best Christmas for me.