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My Baby

Misty was found abandoned with her 3 other siblings at 5 weeks old. The gal that found them took them to the vet and asked for $25.00 each to help with the checkup costs. I fell in love with her and here she is, happy and healthy 5 years later. Her adopted sister is a mini-schnauzer and they love each other. In fact, sometimes you'd think Misty is more dog than cat. She definitely made our home complete.

Deb Kozel
Los Angeles, CA

Princess' Story

Hi my name is Gina, I am Princess' mama now! One night in early September, my boyfriend was outside with the dogs, when one of the dogs heard a sound by the fence and alerted my boyfriend to it. My boyfriend went and checked out the area by the fence and found this very little grey kitten, maybe just 2 or 3 weeks old. Her eyes were open, and she was there alone. He brought her into the house to me. I figured that she had been abandoned by her mother, so I kept her and bottle fed her for a couple of weeks, then we put her on canned food until she was old enough for dry food. Now she is about 4 to 5 months old and is the terror of the house! She loves playing with my little dog Buffy, whom she has gotten a bit bigger than at this point!

Gina L Whitford
New Bern, NC

Nigel the Flat Cat

Our local cats home has a policy of not putting down cats with FIV or FELV, instead they rehome them in flats as indoor cats. When we heard this we knew we had to get an indoor cat. Our first cat had FELV and only lived for 18 months, our home didn't seem right without a cat so we went to the cats home and asked what indoor cats they had. They only had 1, a 5 year old FIV+ tabby called Nigel. he'd been with them about 7 months, he was underweight, he'd had digestive problems and was on a prescription diet, he'd had to have half his teeth removed, suffered from gingivitis and drooled a lot but as long as he was kept indoor and didn't catch anything he could live to 10 years old. He had a big fluffy face and really soft fur, but he was petrified of people.

Living in a flat obviously suited him as he put on 1kg in 6 weeks and was soon off the prescription diet.

We took him home and he spent the first 6 months under our bed, then he started sleeping in his bed but would run away if we went near him, then he stayed in his bed, then he allowed us to stroke his head. He would stop eating when his mouth got too sore and was diagnosed with calicivirus, he had all but 4 of his teeth removed but his gums were still inflamed so he was put on anti inflammatory medication. After 18 months he started coming into the living room and then one day he jumped up next to us and snuggled into my husband, we were so happy, this was a major milestone, he came so far. Sadly he developed kidney failure and deteriorated quickly, we always said we would give him the best life possible, being given tablets daily was distressing for him and he wasn't enjoying life anymore so we decided we should end his suffering. He was an amazing cat and we still miss him everyday

Bristol, United Kingdom

Christmas Miracle

In 2015, I lost my childhood dog to a collapsed trachea and i lost my mom to brain cancer. As they passed, I found my true happiness working with animals. Coming back from my college classes each day at the end of my second semester, I immediately went to work at a doggy daycare/boarding as well as volunteering at Animal Rescue League, until the summer ended and I was to go to Suffolk University. Since being at school, I was fortunate enough to volunteer another one of my rescue's branch in Boston. I could swear on my life that I was helping and walking dogs every other day- my happiness couldn't afford to miss one day. I tried talking to my grandparents about having my own dog again, how much happiness it would bring to my life. I was struggling with depression still. It was reasonable to say no in September- I had to prove that I would do good in school despite all thats happened earlier in the year. So every other day, I worked with these amazing rescues, hoping I could take one home with me. Then Murphy came along. He was a year old at the time, he had come from Tennessee. He was trained to some degree, but he was nervous as anything. I kind of did fall in love with him- great danes and labs are two of my favourite breeds and I'm blessed I got to rescue one a week before Christmas. Truly, Murphy is my Christmas miracle. He's my best friend, he goes everywhere with me: doing my errands, going to class with me, just being by my side 24/7. Though Murphy is in great condition minus the intestinal parasites he's had for only God knows how long, he is honestly the best thing to happen to me. I love my best friend.

Newton, MA

Dame Helen Says: Don't Be a Pillock!

Hello, this is Dame Helen, a notoriously frank and uncensored kitty lady. She was found starving and cold, trying to survive on the streets.

The collective ’we’ are dumbfounded that people don’t take better care of their elders, especially once they get old and need a little more help.

If people dump their senior animals, they, simply put, are short-sighted, utterly useless, oxygen-wasting, human forms of pollution, Darwin-award deserving, selfish cowards. If their brains were donated to science, science would return them. So stop it.

Now the chances are, you’re a fun, solid respectable human being. Dame Helen’s owners were pillocks, so she now has to be on a special food to help baby her kidneys. If you would like to help her find a home, please know that she’s soliciting for a sponsor for her food until that suitable, loving adopter comes along and finds out what a loving little lady she is.

Please call us at 719-635-5000 if you’d like to sponsor or adopt her. Her Happy Cats friends and family thank you, the friends & family of other kitties thank you and your future self thanks you. Cheers to you!

(We named her Dame Helen a month ago when we thought she needed a dignified, fresh start. Little did we know what a "frank and uncensored" kitty she would be come Super Bowl Sunday! Thanks for your support! )

Sara Ferguson
Colorado Springs, CO


When I was sixteen I finally convinced my parents that life would not be complete unless I had my own cat. After being a nuisance for nearly a year they finally agreed and on the ride to the shelter my dad reminded me that I could have one cat, and only one, no matter how cute any other cat might be.

We could immediately tell that Sissy was the right cat for our family, she was lovely with a sweet personality, the only issue was that sissy was extremely attached to Speckles who had problems with her sight and could only walk in circles due to a neurological disorder. As good of a cat as she might be, no one was willing to take a chance on a half blind cat with motor function issues. We asked to see Sissy but those smart volunteers asked if we would take speckles into the play room as well to keep her calm. The bond between them was obvious, in the end myDdad was holding both kittens to his face telling me how we just couldn't possibly seperate them and must take both home immediately.

Over the years Speckles has grown out of the majority of her issues, she has never seen well but lives a normal and health life. Together they have moved with me, supported me through thick and thin, they have gone camping and for long walks and helped me plant a garden. They moved with me to alaska and were there for all the breakups and tears. A few years ago we lost Sissy and neither of us thought we would ever be happy again. But after 16 years Speckles and I are still together, we still go for walks just a little bit slower now, and when it is her time to head to the rainbow bridge I know she will have someone she loves waiting for her.


Sushi on the run

After years without a cat due to various reasons, I was in a position to get one and my landlord gave me the go ahead. January 7, 2012, I wandered in to the ASPCA in NYC and began the process of having a cat choose me. While standing in an enclosure in the lobby, I was snuggling this Sushi, a 13 month old DSH, to my surprise, he shot up to the top of my head and then just balanced up there!! Needless to say, I realized I had been picked and I haven't turned back since. He's such a love and makes me so happy!!! I hope to get another fur baby someday when I have a bigger place, but until then, he's my only kid!!

Kathleen M
New York City, NY


This rescue story is not entirely mine but I had a big part in it. When my son and his girlfriend were ending their freshman year in college, my son told me that they wanted to get a dog but the dog would have to stay with us until they had a place that would accept dogs. She had always wanted a dog but had never had one. They went to our local animal shelter and met Charlie. I went and met him also and thought he was a sweet dog but I asked the kids to wait until after Memorial Day because we were going camping. Charlie had been dumped on the side of the road in a crate. They asked how long they keep the dogs before they euthanize they them. The answer was 30 days and Charlie was on day 31. Of course I said get him now. He lived with us for two years and he still comes occasionally for overnights. He is the sweetest most loving dog ever. We all love him. And her parents love him as much as we do. He gets spoiled by two sets of "grandparents"


Tokyo Overcoming Abuse

About a year ago I was passively searching for a companion for my year old cat, Crackers. So when I found Tokyo, she was the farthest thing from what I was looking for.

To start, she was tiny, about 4 pounds, and the vet estimated she was around 9 years old. She couldn't move around too easily and the second I brought her home she darted under a sofa and refused to emerge for over a day. Once I got her out, I realized that her undercoat was matted across her entire body. I sat down with a pair of scissors and spent the night slowly cutting through the mats, and learned that her inability to move was due to all of the tangled fur.

Because of her skittish and panicked nature, she was anything but a playmate for my other cat. I only saw her for a few minutes a day to sneak some food before retreating underneath an upstairs bed, and I was at a complete loss at what to do for her.

After shaving her down, I noticed patches of smooth skin where hair wasn't growing. A few months later when I took her to the vet for a checkup, I learned the truth about Tokyo. First of all, she was not an older cat as we had previously believed: in a period of six months her estimated age dropped from 9 years old to 3. Secondly, the smooth patches were places where she'd been burned. Discovering that Tokyo's behavior was due to a history of physical abuse, I turned to reading up on feline post-traumatic stress disorder and panic disorders, researching ways to make her feel invited into family spaces and alleviate her anxiety.

In the past year Tokyo has gone from living under beds to being a happy and confident kitty. She loves to visit with people and sleep with me, and even plays sometimes. She still has a long way to go, but I know we have many more years together to grow her confidence in people and the world around her.

Sarah Cook
Austin, TX

Rexford T. Mutt learns love!

I had just lost my heart dog after 13 1/2 years. My neighbor worked at a Veterinary teaching school and got a dog in from "up North" for a neuter. She thought he might be perfect for me and sent a picture to her husband's cell phone. So Rex didn't make the trip back North and came home with me instead. Little did I know Rex was part of a seizure of 128 dogs that were hoarded. He spent the first four years of his life on a chain outside being fed only when someone remembered. He was stiff and fearful. He had no idea how to interact with people. He had no manners. He was not what I expected. And he was a runner. My challenge was to teach him to trust while breaking all of his bad habits at the same time. I remember one particularly bad day when I was at the end of my rope. Rex had jumped the fence again and would not come when called. He was no where in sight and after having walked around and driven around looking for him, I had given up. I figured he was gone for good. He did eventually arrive back home after a few hours of being gone. He came back in the fence in the same place he went out. (I taught him that early in the game so I I would always know which way he was going.) I kenneled him (more for his safety at the time because I really wanted to beat him) and we had a long chat. I asked him if he wanted to live with us. I told him if he did he had to start playing by the rules of the house and that included staying inside the fence. After our long chat, I set him free. And I told him it was his last chance. He did not leave the fence again after that day. Fast forward two years and a lot of work and love later and I couldn't as for a better friend and protector.

Bangor, ME
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