I had rescued my original Cheese (another story altogether) from the streets as a small and scrawny kitten. I had him for 22 years before I helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge. It was the hardest thing I ever did. Flash forward 25 years.... I now volunteer at our local shelter. I am the "Cat Lady", tending all the fur-babies in the room. One morning about a month ago, there was a new yellow cat. As I opened his cage to clean and feed, this young man jumped out and into my arms, purring and hugging me like he knew exactly who I was. I kept encouraging my husband to come see him because (to me) this was Cheese reincarnated but he couldn't get to the shelter that week. I was devastated when another rescue "pulled" this cat to give him a chance at being seen in another part of town. Ironically, we needed supplies for our other 3 cats and my box turtle and ended up at a rescue event. THERE was "my" kitty! I actually cried! My husband looked and held the yellow boy but said it was time to get going. I was sad but resigned to leaving "my" cat. We continued with errands and about 2 hrs later got home.
After putting things away, my husband asked if I had a clean carrier. You never saw a carrier come out of the closet so fast! My young yellow cat was coming home! Although my other 3 babies are still adjusting, Cheese II is home and I was right. This is my Cheese reincarnated! Even my husband agrees.
There is nothing better than finding love and giving love to homeless animals. Please adopt.