Free Kitten to Good Home...

[bikerchick68]

I used to be a lighthearted bloke with chirpy words for everyone.[/B]

I cannot take credit for this! Sorry... thought you'd all catch the "bloke" comment and realize it wasn't me... however I DO emapthize with this bloke... as I rescued a cat in 2004 who ended up with an Upper Respiratory Infection 2 weeks later and almost died... 8 days of hospitalization, and $1400 later, I brought my "free" cat home where she is now happily stretched out on the floor next to me...

especially painful to me was the quote about getting pet health insurance if you know what's good for you! LOL

I've enjoyed reading all your stories tho...and can tell you all feel my pain.

[Tater]

I adopted two stray kittens while stationed in Guam, Kaos and Connor. Those kitties transfered with me to Puerto Rico, and Monterey, CA, before settling down in Idaho. Well, my mom has them now since DF is severely allergic to cats. But they took to her and her two other cats really well. I miss my fur babies!

[Kitsune06]

I feel ya, Tater.

I met my DG and it was all love at first sight... until realizing she was severely allergic to kitties. ...at the time, I had two furbabies... Jack, a big, handsome black kitty, and Tsukiko (Little Moon) a (then) petite tortie. My ex-DH took them in to live with his gf's fluffball (they all get along fairly well) but man, oh, man do I miss my furbebbinses.

DG is into geebies, hammies and now ratkins... after a lifetime of hunting rodenty things, I have a hard time getting attached sometimes (esp. when Gebo decides to cop an attitude and repeatedly molest his brother at 3am resulting in incessant squeaking ) but... ratkin kisses and preenings are still heartmelting

...but someone's gonna get fixed yet.

[Denise223]

Great thread..... I just love furkids !!

We rescued our two furcats 2 & 1/2 years ago at a wonderful (no kill) shelter.
Lucy is 9 & Yoster is 10, approximately.

I volunteer on a pet-grief website -- it really can be quite sad, but when my precious girl was put to sleep (Feb 2004), I received so much love, comfort & support from that site, I just had to volunteer to help others with their grief.

My friend (who lives in Georgia) told me about a couple of kill shelters down there. A HUGE percentage of the poor animals there are OWNER SURRENDERS!! I will never understand how people can just drop off their precious animals knowing that they are going to be killed. Makes me sick !!!

Bless all of you who help out at shelters, take in ferals (lots of hard work involved), and adopt your furkids through shelters......
Puts a smile on my face !!

Denise

[KnottedYet]

Stinky-dog came from a shelter. He's better than Prozac. Gray kitty showed up in the front yard demanding food, and joined the family. White kitty was adopted from the same shelter stinky-dog came from.

Everybody is fixed! Snip snip!

[winddance]

I have two cats, Mira and Orion (Ri). After Men in Black stole my perfect orange boy kitty name, I just went with it anyway. However, he turned out to be a giant wuss instead of a fierce hunter (except when hunting a laser pointer) so he goes by "Ri". They're such great friends. I wouldn't trade them for anything.

I love my cats. Both of them were adopted, Mira from a no-kill shelter, and Ri from a foster agency. I'd love to volunteer at a shelter, but my apartment is just too small for more cats! I know I would come home with more...Still, it's got to be fulfilling to help other animals find new homes.

[cusepack]

Kittens, kittens and more kittens . . . I don't know what it is about me and kittens - they always seems to find me!!! Just last month, I rescued 5 kittens - 3 weeks old. They had been abandoned by their mommy and of course, this soft heart just couldn't leave them. So, I grabbed all of them (they were all sitting on a cement brick outside) and brought them home. I put them in a box with towels and a hot water bottle underneath. Then, it was off to Walmart for kitten formula and bottles. Feedings were just like babies . . . every three hours, even in the middle of the night. I felt like I should have been on one of those TLC shows about families with quads, quints, etc!!!! Anyway, two days later they just didn't appear to be doing well (runny noses, eyes and some kind of skin irritation). Well, those little buggers had mange and it's highly contagious to humans!!! Needless to say, I broke out in a rash - my doctor told me the only upside is that the little pests cannot survive on humans - just long enough to bite me though!!! So, after shots, (the vet said had I not taken them, they probably would have died within days) lots of special shampoo bathings and love, they're doing fine and are ready to be adopted. One problem - I love them all so much and yet I know I cannot keep them all . . .I have my only little zoo of rescued kittens and the Inn is full

[SouthernBelle]

Stinky-dog came from a shelter. He's better than Prozac. Gray kitty showed up in the front yard demanding food, and joined the family. White kitty was adopted from the same shelter stinky-dog came from.

Everybody is fixed! Snip snip!

I have a cat named Grey Kitty! (Note the E. Very distinguished). I also have Miss Kitty, who is his mom. She is 16, he is 15. (I think).

[crazycanuck]

I found this on the lahr brats site & had to share a few

EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY

DAY 183
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow
I may eat another houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by
weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must
try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse
these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their
favourite chair, must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and
brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I
am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed
and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working
according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell
the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY
power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my
advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to
return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got
to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports
my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety
is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

Will post another one soon...