Tiger was found on my daughters doorstep in 2005 while she was in college in Philadelphia. We all love animals but never had cats...but she took him in took him to the vet, had him neutered and decided to keep him after her efforts to find his home failed. The following year she moved in with a new roommate who said it was fine that Tiger lived with them. Well after a month the roommate decided she didn't like cats and wanted my daughter to take him to the shelter. My daughter was really upset and refused...I told her to bring him to us and well figure something out...she drove that night 5 hours and hes been with us ever since. Hes the sweetest cat there could be and thinks hes a little boy...I call him my little prince...hes so mellow and loves people and other animals. He was recently featured on freekibble.com...loves his picture taken...hes such a ham....We are so grateful he turned up on the doorstep..all those years ago..hes make our house a very happy home.

In September 2012 my husband and our Pastor was on their way home. On a lonely stretch of road in Laurel Hill, they came upon a small very malnourished male brindle pit pup. He seemed to be about 8 - 12 weeks old. My husband Ronnie told Pastor Jerry, I just can't leave him, all I can imagine is someone flying by and running over the little fellow. So even though we already have 4 dogs, all adopted at one time or the other, he brought who he called Chance, home. We doctored him and cared for him. He had diarrhea very bad for weeks it seemed. We kept him in the big wire cage n the living room. We gave him medicine and watched for worms. He had his first shots, 8-13-2012, that I gave him. We saved money and took him to the vet here in Raeford. He was getting better every day. By November 6, 2012 he weighed 9.25lbs. He was finally out of the woods and gaining weight, no diarrhea. He was started on trifexis and had his first rabies shot, Yeah, what a day. At 9 months, he is healthy as any other of our dogs now. Weighing close to 50 solid pounds. Thank God for putting him in the middle of the road in front of my Pastor's truck for my husband to bring home for us to care for.

Two summers ago, a stray cat started to hang around house. She seemed a little skittish, but eventually we started to feed her and named her Sally and she stuck around. One day, last May, we see Sally carrying what we assume is a bird in her mouth until she gets a little nearer to us and we realize, it is a tiny little kitten. She made one more trip from underneath our porch to our carriage house to bring both of her little kittens in.

We started handling the kittens as soon as we could to get them acclimated to humans, so that they would be easier to be adopted. I already had two indoor cats, so I was not looking for another one! We named the kittens Elmo and Gizmo, and when it came time to take them to the shelter, my husband just couldn't take both! However, my one condition was that both momma, Sally, and the little kitten needed to get fixed, since we were going to have them be garage cats.

Well, Gizmo stayed with us and as you can see, didn't really turn into a garage cat! He pals around with our Mugsy cat and annoys our Sherry cat. Momma Sally stills hangs in the garage and little Elmo got adopted out.

I was walking to my truck at the commuter rail parking lot when I heard a cat crying loudly. He was under the truck. I knelt down and held my hand out and he came over for scratches. Of course I scooped him up -- no way was I leaving him in that parking lot on a cold December evening. He sat next to me the 8 miles home purring loudly while I petted him. He was a small, very dirty black kitty with a hole in one ear, a terrible wound all the way around his tail, scratches on his face, worms and fleas -- he was a mess. The vet had to amputate his tail, now a little nub. We weren't going to name him, because we already had an elderly dog and older cat and didn't want more animals, so we figured to find him a good home and let the new owner name him. The vet had other ideas. She looked at the hole in his ear, announced his name as Captain Jack Sparrow and we just HAD to keep him because he was such a love sponge. We thought he was a kitten because of his size, but she said the worms had stunted his growth and he was actually a young adult. Four months later he is a healthy, very finky force to be reckoned with -- tearing around the house, tormenting the older cat and dog. But when he puts his paws around my neck, purring and rubbing my face, all is forgiven. The name really does fit him -- he's a fierce little pirate who knows the way to your heart.

He and his buddy were thrown out like the trash, in the country with no food and next to a busy highway. After months of surviving on their own, my husband and I heard about them. They were over an hour away from me so I contacted the local pet rescue association and they were able to capture the white one, unfortunately the red companion is more elusive. We are still trying but the outcome is unknown. If we can ever rescue him, I will post his story at a later date.

We have called this dog Gulliver, as he traveled on a rocky road to get to where he is now. A vet check showed a healthy 2-year old Australian Shepherd, just very underweight. I don't think I have ever seen such a sad, stoic dog when we brought him home. He just looked at you like "Do with me what you will" and never objected to anything done to him. He enjoys the company of my 4-legged girls, Aussies themselves, and loves nothing better than to be petted and made a fuss over by me. Though he has some anxiety issues over being left alone and is very leery of men, he has warmed up to my husband and we are working on the other problem.

Due to being owned by two rescue dogs already and some health issues, we cannot keep him but will foster him as long as needed until he has found his Forever Home. He will be posted on our local Blue Mountain Humane Society webpage for adoptable animals in the next day or two.

He turned up just before Thanksgiving. I thought he was a kitten, with a head too big for his body. Then the vet said he was between two and three and I realized he was just hungry. But he was affectionate and unafraid. Neighbours said he would sit on the porch all day while I was at work, and he was friendly when they approached to give him attention.

I fed him and built him a shelter while I looked for a new home for him. I already had two cats and felt three was just more than I could handle. Leads came and went, and I was starting to think he was going to become mine. The nights were also getting colder and I worried about him being outside. By chance, a friend from out of town, staying with me for just one night, offered to take him if I could keep him until after Christmas while they completed a home reno. I was relieved and so excited to know he had a good home waiting!

I planned to take him in a few days before he was scheduled to be neutered and keep him separated from my other cats. That changed when I discovered another neighbourhood cat was terrorizing him. I brought him in right away and, much to my surprise, my cats accepted him immediately. Carter kept her distance, but he and Miles became best friends and grooming buddies.

A couple of months stretched into more as the reno dragged on. He was treated for tapeworm, ear mites and over-grooming due to stress when I had to leave him with friends over the holidays. Finally, two weeks ago, after six months with me, I delivered him to his forever home.

They named him Linus in memory of the husband, father and grandfather they lost in 2012. He now has a family that includes three young kids who are thrilled to have a new cat! I was sad to leave him, but he's already settled in. A great ending for everyone, but especially for Linus!

I heard about Ollie from my son-in-law. The people that had him had abused and neglected him to the point that he was almost dead so they were just going to take him out and just shoot him. My heart went out to this little teacup Yorkie. When I went to see him he was laying on a dirty old towel in their garage with no food or water. It was the middle of summer and must have been at least 110 in that garage. Ollie was just laying there waiting to die. His hip was broken, he was malnourished and dehydrated, and had sores all over him. He was so afraid of people you couldn't even reach your hand toward him without him whining and crying. I very gently picked him up and took him to my vets. He needed surgery for his broken hip, IV's to feed and hydrate him and antibiotics for all his wounds.

After several weeks in the hospital I brought him home. Ollie now weighs 3 pounds, has a round little tummy and is spoiled rotten. He sleeps on my bed with me, has unlimited access to food and water, and has more toys that most kids do. He is so very sweet and loving and very generous with his kisses. Ollie is still skittish around strangers and he has his issues, but we're working on them. He's a very much a mamas boy and has brought me so much joy I can't imagine my life without this wonderful little boy.

I work at the American Embassy in Jakarta, Indonesia where there are dozens of feral and stray cats. All of them are well fed as the locals and many Americans alike feed the cats every day. One day I was making my rounds when I heard a pathetic little meow. I turned around and there was Yoda. He was about three weeks old, maybe four. He was losing his hair and his left hind leg was so weak he walked with a pronounced limp. I gave him some food while keeping the other cats at a distance and he gobbled it up within seconds. It was evident that he was abandoned by his mother (or she was killed), and he was too weak to fend off the other cats during feeding time.

I already had three cats....so I fed him some more and walked back to my office. That entire afternoon I could not stop thinking about the little runt. I knew that if I did not intervene he would not survive the weekend. So...I grabbed a box and found him...took him home and gave him three baths. The picture is after his first bath. He was all eyes and ears so I named him Yoda. He was sequestered in our bathroom for three weeks until he regained his strength and was checked out by the vet. Within those three weeks, his limp disappeared and his hair started to grow back.

8 months later Yoda is a gorgeous ginger cat who acts like he owns the place. He is a real character and you would never know he was a feral until it is feeding time. Those first few weeks of his life left a mark on his mind as Yoda still eats as if it is going to be his last meal. What he doesn't seem to realize is he will never have to worry about being abandoned ever again. Yoda the strong has prevailed and he is a constant reminder every day why rescuing feral/stray cats is so rewarding.

After moving to a small town where we could have a dog John kept asking, and asking. My sister directed me to a website for their local SPCA. We looked at the photos (I wanted a dachshund!) and kept coming back to a terrier mix named Oreo. He looked like he was having a bad hair day and he was not a dachshund, but there was something in his eyes. But he was 10? Could we handle maybe just having him a few years?? The caption under the photo said he was looking for his forever home. We went to visit and fell in love. He was extremely skittish. But we loved him and adopted him. He and John go on walks and I love to watch him prancing alongside. He is a people-watcher and is very stubborn, once he decides to sit down you cannot get him to move! He is such a charmer and a gentleman. I'm glad John kept asking.

Last April, I made a visit to our local shelter in Indio, CA to make a donation. I never walk outside to view the dogs. On this particular day, something made me go out. I walked the entire area and came to the very last kennel and there she was. The most precious little terrier mix justing sitting there, not barking, not jumping, just gazing at me. They told me she was only 9 weeks old and today was her first available day to be adopted. She had even been on the morning news that day in the adoption segment, so she was a celebrity!

I had no intentions of getting a dog, especially not a pupppy - I was only looking I told myself. I asked the kennel attendant if I could hold her and that was it. She snuggled my neck, licked my chin and looked at me with an all knowing expression that just said 'can we get this over with and go home now?' I named her Lola, because what Lola wants, Lola gets. It's been two years since that day and I am so thankful I took that walk.