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Many of these wonderful stories of animal adoptions are quite dramatic and exciting, but here is the story of adoptions that is quiet but still wonderful. My Mother and I took in a stray who turned out to be pregnant. We named her Snowy and were absolutely enthralled with when her three kittens were born….2 boys and a girl. We found a home for the 2 boys to go to together, but we just couldn’t give up the girl, Susie. We absolutely adored her! That is her photo I submitted with this story. One and half years later, a young white cat showed up on our porch. We and our neighbors fed feral cats (and a few squirrels, racoons, groundhogs and skunks too) on our porches. Eventually, we realized the young cat was pregnant and after awhile, she showed up with milk in her breasts. She had her kittens in an old abandoned house out in the woods near where we lived. Finally, she showed up with four kittens, 3 boys and a girl. It was time for them to have solid food and she knew just where to get it for them! We found a home for one of the males, but sadly, the mother cat and the female kitten eventually disappeared. That left the remaining two boys. Well, they were sweet, loving babies who enjoyed being picked up and held. And, yes, they joined my Mother, myself and Susie in our home. Susie adored them and washed them so much we were afraid she would make them bald! Considering all the dangers outside, (Susie’s mother, Snowy eventually disappeared) neither Susie nor Billy and Moe were allowed outside. But they are happy and content to be indoor kitties Not an exciting rescue, but still a good one!
7 years ago I was at my hairdresser's home getting my hair dyed. We decided to sit out on her back porch while it processed. There I was in a cape with dye all over me when I spotted a tiny little kitten. I asked her about the kitten and she said the neighborhood stray had kittens and they all lived in the woods behind her house. I wanted to go over, but she said no one can pick them up, they are feral. So, me in my cape climbs over into the bushes and scoops up this tiny black kitten. She melted in my arms. I went over to my hairdresser, who was by this time eating meat and potatoes and she hand fed potatoes to the kitten. She was so starving she ate potatoes! Once she was in my arms, I knew I could not let her go back into the woods starving, skinny, and alone. I took her to the vet, no chip. Fleas, but 2 flea baths fixed that. Lots of good food and a warm bed and now 7 years later she is the best cat in the world. She talks and cuddles and she is the best thing I ever found outside and the best stroke of luck I ever had.
We had finally decided to get another dog. We searched the local shelters on the web and found the perfect dog for us.
We drove to see her, and when we got there she didn't show any interest in us at all. While there we looked at the other dogs. This little guy named Hobo with the big ears caught our attention. We got to spend some time with him and we knew he was the right one for us.
The lady from the Humane society said he had been there for over a month, and had came from a shelter in Mississippi. They didn't know much about him. She also said that the average dog gets adopted in about 2 days. I began to wonder if there was something that we had missed with him. Why hadn't others taken him? We decided to trust our instincts and took him home.
We worried about him adjusting to us and his new home, but he was fine right from the start. He is the best dog. He is very mellow. He loves people, and other dogs. He is about 2 years old and has lots of energy to play and go for walks, but is just as content to lay next to you on the couch. He has lots of personality, and is very smart. He rarely barks, and is overall a perfect fit for us, except for the name Hobo that the previous shelter had given him. We shortened it to Bo.
I am so happy we took him, I almost didn't because of the length of time he had been at the shelter. Do yourself, and the dogs a favor and don't overlook the dogs who have been there for a while, they may become your new best friend.
A few years ago I started feeding some ferals where I fuel up for my nightly delivery route. They would never get closer than 20 feet until I laid the food out and backed away. One night while I turned around to get another can, this little guy came up and started eating. He was either really hungry or had figured out I wasn't a threat. Within a couple of days I was able to pet him.
I received the OK to bring Tux home to be a garage guardian (we have two elderly indoor only cats). I tried stopping several times after finishing my route but couldn't find him, so that Friday I decided to pick Tux up when I fed them. He sniffed around the cab for a minute then put his paws on my leg, looked up at me and meowed, as if he was saying, "OK, Let's go." He then coiled up next to me and mostly slept for the next 6 hours. It was as if he knew he was headed to a better home.
He settled right in the garage, and particularly loved his deep shag rug lined bed we made up for him. We spent as much time with Tux as possible. After a week, he got to venture outside. He inspected the grounds for about an hour and then went back in, got a drink, and laid down to take a nap. He was home.
Tux always came running, happy to see us when we came out to the garage. One of the things he loved to do was to hop up on my workbench, headbutt me until I put my arm down. He would then lay between my arms, put his head in my hand and go to sleep. I was his person.
We're not sure what happened to Tux. Our neighbors told me they have lost several small pets to the critters in the wooded area across the street. I've had many cats in my lifetime, but never one that has affected me like Tux. I miss my little buddy.
My boyfriend had been wanting a cat for quite a while. As we were both finishing degrees, it wasn't really feasible. That would soon change.
We had a roommate who was out bicycling one day when a man began talking to him. The man had a female kitten that he couldn't keep. He had picked her up after seeing a truck stop on the street and leave her.
Of course, our roommate said he could take her (without us knowing)! As soon as my boyfriend met the kitten, he was in love. I was out of town and did not find out about the cat until I was on my way home. I was tentative about taking on a kitten, but we compromised and kept her. :)
Stella was very loving and calm, never afraid of us. We took her to the vet and she was in perfect health other than an ear infection and some fleas. She has since warmed up to us and shown us her rambunctious side. We can play with her for hours and still barely wear her out!
Her interests include: bugs, climbing, her birdie, looking out the window, barely sleeping, and toes. Having a kitten in the house has really livened things up and we both love having her.
My boyfriend wanting to get me a cat for my birthday found this adorable Tabby kitten advertised as 4 months old in February on craigslist. The advertiser claimed she was a rescue shelter for her area and claimed she rescued her and rehabilitated our new baby. She had told my boyfriend that our new little baby at the time was socialized, loved kids and dogs and was a cuddle bug, scared of the outside but other wise a kitten with no issues. He was also told she was big for her age. I was leery causes there was no adoption paperwork done no story of Zee's history given just nothing but this frightened baby We get her home and she hides - at first we figured she was just a bit frightened and scared and gave her a few days but it got drastic when our little one wasn't eating and drinking.. After the third day we had to finally catch her and cage her so she could get used to us and eat and drink water. She is still skittish but she now will ask for attention and look at you like you are here to serve me. After month we could finally pet her. I knew by then she was feral. I noticed something else i would pet her on one side and she would meow and jerk. I suspect she was abused not sure by who but i have suspicions given the misinformation we were given. We later found out why all of sudden at after 1 month of having her she went into heat. She wasn't 4 months when we got her she was 6 months old. So yes we are rehabilitating our baby and is a great loving cat who loves her rope and playing fetch with it. MY warning though when dealing with people who claim to be rescue shelters - ask for paper work, ask for history of the rescue, and definitely keep the address and phone number.
Still grieving at the death of my 15-year-old dog Jack, I was persuaded by a friend to stop by a pet supply shop that also holds periodic adoption events for an area shelter. They had had a cat showing that day but when we got there only one kitty remained un-adopted, probably because he was, perhaps, 6 or 7 years old while prospective parents preferred kittens. He was a very sweet cat, the proprietor explained, and seemed well-cared for having been neutered and seemingly at home among not only other cats but dogs of all sizes. I immediately felt sorry for the left-behind feline, the more so when I found him spread out on a shelf behind the cash register, clearly eager to be petted. It didn't take me long to decide we were meant for each other. Since then Jeeves--I named him that in light of his formal wear attire that reminded me of the storied manservant in P.G. Wodehouse's famous stories--has settled in nicely, following me from room to room and curling up on the bed by my side at night.
I was in the checkout line at Petco and saw a guy standing off to the side holding something in his hand and talking to a group of people gathered around him. He turned around as I got closer to checkout and he had this poor kitten in his hand. He found it on the road near his house and was trying to find someone to take it. The pound would have put it down. I was shocked at the kittens condition. It is a boy. One eye was caked shut with infection and his nostrils were closed with infection and he was skin and bones and very weak. He tried to meow at me when I looked at him. No one would take him so I told him I would. He was near death. I got out to the car and my husband Bob looked in the box he was in and said we needed to rush him to the vet. We cancelled our plans to go see our draft horse Alex, and headed to the vet. His body temp was ony 95. He was in shock. Got him cleaned up and blood tested. No leukemia or FIV. He had an upper respiratory infection and was malnourished. He was only about 4 weeks old and weighed under a pound. Brought him home and started oral meds, eye meds, wormed him and started hand feeding with a syringe and got him set up in a carrier with a heating pad. By day 2 and he was doing great. Still hand feeding. Everytime he saw me he wanted to eat. I'm furious how neglected he was and no one cared. We didn't need him, we had already rescued many cats over the years we were caring for, but he needed us. He is now a beautiful affectionate healthy adult cat. His name is Tom.
On June 16th after picking up our grandson from daycare I went to our local HEB to pick up some fish for dinner. As I walked in I noticed a kitten lurking by the entrance, near the Red Box. In the back of my mind I thought, "If she still there when I come out, I'll catch her and take her home." We already have two cats but I couldn't just leave her. Twenty minutes later I came out to see one of the managers trying to chase her away from the door. He said store policy prohibited animals in the store. I asked him to help me catch her. We blocked her escape route between the Red Box and the shopping carts and he ran inside to get a hamburger and a box to catch her in. She was easy to catch, a little skittish but definitely not feral. I think she was abandoned there as there are no homes nearby. I brought her home and later on when my husband came home showed her to him. He has told me many times that we cannot have any more animals (we have 5 dogs too!) but he fell in love with her immediately. Our future son-in-law who loves cats said that if for any reason we could not keep her (the other cats perhaps not liking her) he would take her. But we have nothing to worry about - Sushi, our one year old black cat absolutely adores her, and even Drake, our 9-year old 'grumpy' orange tabby tolerates her, and gives her the occasional bath. She has been named Mercedes and is a huge people lover - she loves to jump up into our laps and just laze there for as long as we let her. She is now our 5th rescue!
After loosing my beautiful Mishu i was looking for another kitty. I knew i wanted to save the kitty that needed me most. I wanted another Maine Coon since i feel in love with the breed after i had Mishu. I went online to see what kitties i could find to adopt. I fell in love with my dream cat but the foster mother last minute decided to keep him. So back to searching for that special one that once i saw the picture something would click in my heart. After sorting i came upon a picture of a black Maine Coon that looked so scared that my heart stuttered. I knew she was the one! Trixie D was her name, I inquired right away and filled the application. I spent the week emailing back and forth with the agency.I was approved! I was so happy and i went to NY city to pick her up. I was told that as a kitten she was front paw declawed and when she hissed at family they took her to a shelter and declared her stray to not pay shelter fees. She was traumatized by other animals and i believe she was hit(if i lift my hand to pet she cowers,hisses). She was separated and put in her own cage alone and lived for a year in a cage no love or attention. She was deemed ORANGE by shelter because she bites and hisses and refuses touch and cowers in a corner.She was to be euthanized when Zanies came to her rescue.She's only 11/2 yr. She then was sent to a foster and she was again isolated for her hate of other animals. She came home with me and at first friendly but then when i went to pick her up she lost it.Letting her be for a week to acclimate and wk 2 i blocked all hiding spaces and forced her into the open.She is now a free happy cat still wary bitty & hissy at times,but blossomed into a beautiful girl who was never given a chance at love.