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Can I come home with you?

Please meet Molly. Miss Molly is a 10 year old Australian Cattle Dog or a Blue Heeler as we in Australia call them. Back in November she jumped into my sons car and looked like she was never going to leave. He took her to the vet who checked her out, said apart from being over weight she was a healthy dog with a few good years in her. Sadly it turned out that her owners had died and the people who took her in and now turned her out.

Look at that face how could we ever say no.

Molly has been with us ever since. She gets walks and she has all these people who love her. I think the person who let her out the gate in the hope that she would be picked up as a stray and destroyed should be banned from ever having animals again. It worries me that he has children. Animals a a life long commitment just as children are.

Molly has lost some weight because she is properly cared for and she is such a beautiful soul and very much part of our family.

Canberra, Australia

Tabitha picks her Forever Home

Two years ago my son was planning to move out and take his dog with him. My husband and I decided we would miss having a dog, but I prefer cats so we decided to adopt a cat, preferably one that was harder to adopt. I went to the local rescue where they had tons of black cats and was close to choosing one named Joe when one of the foster moms started talking to me and suggested I look at her cat, a tabby named "Tabitha" (Samantha and Darin's daughter on the show Bewitched).

Tabitha, she told me, was a sweet cat at home but hated the Adoption Showcase. They had to cover her cage on all sides but the front and often she would hiss and growl at the adopters and sometimes even scratch and bite them. I was dubious because I didn't want a cat that hated me and because tabbies are easier to adopt than black cats.

However, when she placed Tabitha in my arms, there was a bit of squirming, but I said "there, there" and "it's okay" a few times and Tabitha settled right down. And that was it. No other cat would do for me.

I still felt sorry for all those black cats, though, so I convinced my daughter to adopt one of them, a friendly cat named Kelly that she promptly renamed to Salem after the cat in Sabrina, the Teenaged Witch.

Tabitha continues to be a skittish cat who mostly only likes me, but is slowly warming up to the rest of the family. She and Salem get along great, like siblings. Every morning when I wake up to her sleeping besides me, I am so glad she picked me.

Marie H
Fremont, CA

Love and patience

A couple of weeks before Christmas, we noticed a little kitty darting under our house. This kitty was extremely skittish and would not let us come near, but would gobble up the food and water we left out. When the forecast called for very cold weather coming in, we contacted and a wonderful woman from there brought us a trap. After bringing our little "Cassie" to the vet to be spayed, we brought her home and put her in our spare room so she could be warm and quiet while she recovered.

At first she wanted nothing to do with any human contact, and I worried that she would never come out from under the bed. My husband told me to be patient, and she would come around. We eventually started letting one of other kitties, (we nicknamed him the ambassador) in with her. When he was in the room, she would come out with us in the room. After a few weeks of this, she would let us touch her if we moved very slowly. She also became very fond of our lab/malamute dog, and would follow him out of her room for short trips.

Now after almost three months, she spends her days playing with our other cats and dogs, and not only tolerates being petted, but seeks us out. We are guessing that she must have been abandoned at a very young age, with no interaction with humans or other animals. At almost a year old now, she plays like a kitten, and is very small but has the heart of a lion. We love her little polydactyl paws and calico coloring.

She is a perfect example of what love and a lot of patience will do. Although we were not looking to add to our number of four cats and two dogs, we are so happy to have Cassie be part of our family.

Parks, AZ

It's okay to say 'no'

On a summer's day in 2013, I was enjoying the afternoon at a local park. As I came down a walkway, I was startled by a flash of movement: a little calico kitten shot across the path and into the spirea bush on the other side. I got down on hands and knees and began trying to coax her out. With wide frightened eyes, the kitten slowly crawled out and prepared to bolt away, but I was faster and grabbed her by the scruff. She panicked only for a moment; when I lifted her into my arms, she melted into me like the tired infant she was. She was dirty and so thin I could feel every rib.

I took her home, stopping at the grocery story on the way for some kitten chow. She was still frightened, but when she was in my arms it was clear all she wanted was love: pressing herself against my chest, climbing up and around my shoulders, butting her little head under my chin, and purring her tiny heart out. The vet couldn’t find a microchip, which left me with a choice: to keep her, or not.

I already had an adult female cat at home. I had been thinking about getting a second cat, but, well, I wanted a boy. I also knew this kitten was going to need spayed, vaccinated, treated for ear mites, and de-wormed at the very least, and my budget was tight. With heavy heart, I made my choice.

Her picture appeared on the animal rescue's Facebook page six days later, happily announcing she'd been adopted. And three months after that, I went and adopted my boy kitten who’s filled my home with fun. But I still think about that little lost kitten. I hope she’s happy and living the good life, and I hope her humans adore her as much as I did. It was okay to say ‘no’ – but that doesn’t mean I don’t still feel a twinge of regret!


From Hell to Heaven

My Son got a frantic text from a friend of his begging him to take in a cat that was a year and a half old,a 17 yr old Boy owned the cat and his Family (parents and siblings) were highly abusive to the cat,they would chase her to hit or kick her, never allowed her to eat more than just a few bites at a time,The boys Father threatened that if he didn't get rid of the cat he would tie her into a pillow case and toss her into a River,all because the cat was female,and older than a year,this family wanted only Kittens,and will toss out the older cats in any way they can to make room for new Kittens.

We drove over to the Boys house and picked the Cat up,her Name is Sylvi and she is now 2 1/2 years old ,we have worked hard to show her she will only be treated with kindness and Love,it has taken a year and now we marvel at how far she has come from being a scared little cat who stayed hidden ,to becoming a loving energetic curious little cat, she loves to be groomed with a brush so much all I have to do is show her ,her brush and she comes running,The Person Sylvi has claimed as just hers is my Son,but she demands attention from all 3 of us,she has a Sister Cat and a Brother Dog and 3 humans that love her dearly,and we Laugh quite often at her antics like chasing her tail or playing with her squeaky mouse toys,or her very favorite Toy Nemo,Sylvi made our Family complete.

Tacoma, WA

7 eleven kitten!

In October 2014 while on my way to an appointment, I spotted a little kitten sitting by the gas pumps at a 7 eleven. The light was red, I made a sharp left into the gas station and parked near the store. I approached the kitten, he was scared and ran into some bushes beside the busy road. To my horror the kitten ran into the busy 6 lane road. I turned away but I heard someone yell "he made it across". I was so relieved but I was late for my appointment. During my appointment all I could think of was the kitten, I made it out and headed back to where the kitten had crossed the road. I looked in all the bushes, no kitten, then, I rounded the corner of a building and he was clinging to the wall, about 4 feet up. I grabbed him off of the wall, he was so scared he bit me pretty hard but I didn't let go. I set him in a box I had in the back of my van. I knew I couldn't keep him because of my cat allergy, I drove to the nearest vets, I opened up the back of the van but the box was empty. I looked through the whole van and couldn't find him. I told myself he must have got out somehow when I opened my door to get out. I drove to urgent care where I was given a tetanus shot and antibiotics. At home I parked in the garage and an hour later I went back to my van to get my medicine and there he was, on the dashboard. He then climbed up the opening in the bottom of the dash and disappeared, no amount of trying could get him out. We left food and water and rolled down the windows. 2 hours later we found him in the garage on the highest shelf. I now take daily allergy medicine but we were meant to be together and we love our Jasper so much.

Karen Bradford
North Las Vegas, NV


Many years ago, I put in cat doors for my sweet cat Cow so he could come and go as he pleased. One day, Hootie showed up. She was a young cat and a Manx. She was also very smart. She hung around outside with Cow, who accepted her immediately, so I started feeding her. She figured out the cat doors within a few days and made herself at home inside. Once she got in, I got her fixed and, to this day, she rarely goes back outside. She likes to go out for 15 minutes or so in the morning to check on the catnip I have planted in a container. She doesn't like to groom herself, so I have to get her professionally groomed every month and she seems to enjoy it. Cow has long since passed, but Hootie is still with me. She is about 16 now and still going strong. She has become demanding in her old age and pokes me with her paw when she wants her treats and follows me everywhere. When I am in my office (where I don't allow cats), she plaintively meows at the door until I come out. I often ask her how such a high maintenance cat made it on the streets before finding her forever home. I didn't know I needed another cat, but I am certainly glad she found me and I hope she's with me for a very long time to come!

Hootie's Mom
Sacramento, CA

2 legged baby goat finds momentum and motion

My life suddenly and unintentionally became entwined with saving a newborn baby goat who was born on a meat ranch. Izzy, named for "Is-he going to live? Is-he going to walk?" was born with muscle paralysis in his back legs. He was born early, in January, on a night when the temperatures dropped to -25 degrees F. That first night of life, he sustained mild frostbite, and was going to be put down due to his paralysis. I worked with his owners (I knew someone who was boarding on the property) to rehabilitate his muscles, only to succeed and see him run like a normal baby goat, and then have him taken down by a second, serious case of frostbite (once you get frostbite, you are more susceptible a second time.) Izzy again was going to be put down because the frostbite was a solid freeze in his legs, but I was able to adopt him. We have worked through the loss of his legs, stomach problems, and more, but now, he is a happy 2-legged goat, healing the stumps of his back legs and learning to use prosthetics, which will be purchased for him when he is full grown. Izzy enjoys adventures like Cross country skiing, playing with his dog friends, and snuggles!

Rory Clow
Steamboat Springs, CO

Lucky is truly lucky.

There was a little brown tiger kitty hanging around the house so we started to feed him. We made sure he had food and water everyday. One day in January of 2016 the little one had showed up for his lunch and breakfast and was just fine. I went to give him supper on my way to work and it was obvious that he had been hurt. I has chased a small red-tailed hawk from the yard twice that day and suspected the hawk tried to catch him. I was hoping the kitty would be ok but as the week went on he didn't seem to get any better. In fact was getting worse. It soon became clear that I either got this little one medical help or I was going to watch him die. I called my vet for an appointment. The next problem was to catch him. He ended up coming to me and letting me pick him up without any problem. I took him to the vet. He was running a fever and the wounds were infected. The vet wanted to keep him so the could take care of him. They called later saying he was going to be ok but would need lots of care. I went to visit him the next day since he was going to have to stay another day. I wanted to cry. I would never have thought the wounds were as serious as they were (the vets had shaved his back to treat the wounds). I told him I would do whatever he needed to help him. He would undergo laser treatments and would have to go make return trips to the vet. He also needed meds and wound treatment twice a day. Now 5 weeks after his first appointment he is pretty much healed. He has some scars from the hawk's claws and some hair may not grow back. He also has some ptsd from the event. He has made himself right at home and is now the 9th member of our cat family. We decided to name him "Lucky".

Mifflinburg, PA

Independence Day for Timmy

Timmy came from a small, cluttered, unclean apartment with way too many people and way too many animals. He was 9 months old, unneutered and cowering behind a water heater. His ears were back in confusion and his eyes were slits of fear and distrust. A young teenager in the home asked me to make sure that "no one ever hits or kicks or calls him bad names." She told me he was born on July 4, 2013.

Timmy had limited mobility because his front legs bent in at the elbows and he skittered and slid around precariously. A visit with two orthopedic surgeons confirmed that he was born with radial agenesis (no radius bones in his front legs). He had cast changes at least once a week for a several months in attempt to rotate his legs into a more normal, and hopefully comfortable, position.

We did physical therapy to strengthen his muscles. The orthopedic surgeons said this was all experimental because normally cats like Timmy either fail to thrive or are euthanized. Those were not options for us. The doctors ordered custom-made removable splints from Virginia. The company normally makes them for dogs, but everyone was on board to make small, Timmy-sized ones. The splints did not work as hoped, but they were worth trying.

As months passed, Timmy played, made friends, gained weight, and more importantly, gained trust and security. He was becoming the cat he wanted to be. The cat he was meant to be. He now runs, jumps, climbs, makes valiant attempts to use his scratching posts, and thinks every cat is his best friend. He is a favorite patient at his hospital, and the staff all converge on him with greetings, admiration and hugs when he arrives. As a happy, healthy, well-adjusted 2-year-old, Timmy soaks up the attention.

For two years now, I've told him that the fireworks on Independence Day are for him --  to celebrate his birthday, his independence and his health, as well as our happiness that he is a part of our lives.

Laura R Carlson/Harbor Hope Cat Rescue
Gig Harbor, WA
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