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My husband called me minutes after leaving the house to ask me to look out for a cat he'd seen on the road. I couldn't s...
09/01/2026

My husband called me minutes after leaving the house to ask me to look out for a cat he'd seen on the road. I couldn't see it when I went out, but soon after, my neighbor knocked on my door holding said cat.

"I found your cat," she said, as she must have seen me out looking, but it really did look like our two black cats I knew were already safely indoors.

The cat continued to hang around over the coming weeks, and I tried in vain to find its original owners. We started opening up our conservatory for her to sleep in. I was afraid of taking her in because one of my cats was clearly agitated by her.

As the weeks drew on, we started to notice her mouth was in a really bad way, so we took her to the vet's and were told she would have to have teeth removed.

We finally got her a place in a local cat shelter and they had agreed to pick her up post surgery, but at the last minute, we had a change of heart. Worried she'd feel abandoned again, my husband and I agreed to pay her vet bill and take her in. We decided to name her Connie, as she'd been living in the conservatory for so long, and she is the most loving cat I have ever come across.

After a couple of months, we noticed she drank a lot of water, and the day before we were due to go on holiday for Christmas, I took her to the vet's, worried she didn't seem right. She was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease and rushed on to a drip. I couldn't bear going away and worrying, so I cancelled our holiday and she came home on Christmas Eve seeming a lot better.

Two years on, she's doing really well. The cats all seem fine together now, and she will jump on your lap at any opportunity. I'm so glad we decided to keep her, and don't know what I'd do without her.

One September, I lost my best friend, Tiggy, to chronic renal failure. He died 10 days before his 20th birthday. I was d...
09/01/2026

One September, I lost my best friend, Tiggy, to chronic renal failure. He died 10 days before his 20th birthday. I was devastated. This cat had grown up with my son and had comforted me as he left home for college and I became an empty-nester. I knew when Tiggy passed away that I would get another cat, but I needed to grieve first.

I soon found myself on the internet looking at pet adoption sites to see who had orange tabby cats available for adoption. I began following one large litter of them at one shelter. I believe there were six!

One by one, they were adopted, until there was one left. This was in late November. I called to inquire about Pippin. Yes, he was still there and would be at our local adoption fair that Friday night.

Not really certain if I was truly ready to bring a new cat home, I went out there to visit him.

He was, of course, adorable; 3 months old, he climbed inside my coat. I found out that he was blind in one eye from birth, but it didn't slow him down any while playing. And then one of the workers happened to mention, "He has a brother here, too."

I thought all of the other cats had been adopted, but I was told one had been returned because he scratched someone! Good grief, all kittens scratch. I couldn't break up a family and ended up adopting both brothers, Pippin and Poppin.

Seven years later, my two babies (they don't know they are cats) are the lights of my life. I've had to have numerous surgeries and had to spend a lot of time in bed. They make the most wonderful nurses!

The cat that was returned to the shelter has turned out to be the smartest cat I've ever owned. He acts as my secret service agent and understands many words and commands. Each is so special in his own way. They have been written about in the NYPost and won a local pet magazine cover model contest.

While volunteering at a local shelter, I noticed a pillowcase containing a small lump. Peering inside, I saw a small tan...
08/31/2026

While volunteering at a local shelter, I noticed a pillowcase containing a small lump. Peering inside, I saw a small tan tabby staring back with huge dilated eyes. I tried coaxing her out with treats, to no avail.

After another weekend of never seeing her emerge from the pillowcase, I decided to take pillowcase and all to an outside enclosure. Bad idea. The case trembled like an earthquake.

Back inside, I put a treat in front of the pillowcase, and a small paw emerged, gently pulling the treat inside. After doing this almost all afternoon, I was in love with whatever was hiding and decided this was no place for her.

Although I had just adopted a small black 5-year-old, Breezy, from the shelter and had an 11-year-old at home, I knew she needed me, or maybe I needed her. I took her home that day. She was sequestered for about two weeks, but my Breezy wanted to see her so badly, I let her free.

She was petrified of everything, including me, but Breezy and Skitters (because if you approached her, she skittered away) got along great. Slowly, I won her over and all was good, until one day, while eating, she screamed and spit out her food. Since I worked at an animal hospital, I didn't panic yet. The next time she tried to eat, the same thing.

The next day, she came with me to work, and the dentist looked into her mouth. She had such severe gingivitis, the gums had grown over her molars, preventing her from chewing, and the infection had progressed down her throat and up to her canines. Her teeth had to be removed. I wanted to save the front teeth for her protection if any of my others decided to fight with her. Not a good idea I was told.

Full mouth extraction with three laser surgeries to prevent the infection from returning, and my Skitters is a happy kitty. But yes, I have to pureé most of her food. And yes, I would do it all again.

My friend Kim found a kitten along side of the road on her way to our house. The kitten somehow managed to push open the...
08/31/2026

My friend Kim found a kitten along side of the road on her way to our house. The kitten somehow managed to push open the box and climb out the window while we were in the house. We looked everywhere but couldn’t find her. We figured she ran away and there was really nothing else we could do. She was no where to be found… until the next morning when Kevin started his truck for work. CLUNK!

She was in the fan. She came hobbling out, broken, bleeding, and scared. He managed to scoop her up and put her in the carrier for me to take to the vet. I ended up having to take her to work with me because none of the vets opened until 9. It happened at 7:20. It was the longest hour ever! At 9 a.m. AVH Veterinary Hospital in Pen Argyl, Pennsylvania agreed to see her right away.

The break went through the upper growth plate which means that it’s hard to splint and immobilize without surgery BUT they managed to do it. She lost a claw & a small piece of her paw. Her ear, tail and other paws were all cut but luckily not all of them needed sutures.

She was approximately 10-weeks-old and weighed 2 1/2 pounds.

She is the sweetest, most lovable kitten. She purrs the minute you touch her. She snuggles up to your chin and sleeps in your arms. She cries to be held. She will have a cast for at least four weeks and there is no guarantee that it will work, but we are hoping for the best outcome.

We decided to name her Lucy McGillicutty from I Love Lucy because she is a redhead that gets herself into trouble and we LOVE her.

It was about six years ago. Groucho was one of the kittens left by their mother in my beautiful yard.I never had a cat b...
08/31/2026

It was about six years ago. Groucho was one of the kittens left by their mother in my beautiful yard.

I never had a cat before, I had never been close to a cat before, and at the time, I couldn’t afford to have any pets. I was just starting my own life. Groucho and his siblings were growing up, and after a few months, they left my yard.

But, one day, Groucho came to my yard and he wanted to get into the house. I was surprised, but I let him in anyway. The same thing kept happening for days. I didn’t understand what he wanted, but after a few days, I started to share a little food that I had with him.

After a while, I found a job and started to buy him a proper cat food. I didn’t consider him mine for a few months of our life together. Now, I think it was because he seemed to be very independent. Maybe he adopted me, not the other way around.

Unfortunately, just when I was very much in love with him, I found out that he was very sick – his diaphragm was broken. The vet strongly recommended keeping Groucho inside the house for the rest of his life. That was for three more years.

He was sick for a week before he was gone, but I've never forgotten him, the way he asked for attention , the way he commanded me, my husband and other cats, the way he decided to live with me, the way he complained when I told him no, the day he brought me a locust, the day he listened to my instructions on how to come down from the roof... All of that is in my heart and will be forever.

I’m grateful to Groucho for showing me how great it was to have him. He was always there, sitting next to me and looking through the window.

Jack first came to my house about six years ago. She was scared and hungry and wouldn't let me near her.I started feedin...
08/30/2026

Jack first came to my house about six years ago. She was scared and hungry and wouldn't let me near her.

I started feeding her, and after several months, she was brave enough to show me her five 4-week-old kittens in the backyard. She still wouldn't let me touch her, though.

I live-trapped her and the kittens and took her to a local rescue for TNR. I found homes for her kittens and returned her to my backyard. She suddenly decided to let me pet her and quickly started a daily routine with me. She would run to greet me when I came home from work in the morning, and we would have several minutes of together time before she left to go about her day.

One day, Jack didn't come greet me in the morning. I was so worried about her! I left her favorite foods out for her and walked all over the neighborhood looking for her. I eventually gave up looking and decided something awful had happened.

Six months later, I looked out the kitchen window and saw Jack staring at me from the top of the trash can. I screamed and ran out to her. She was as happy to see me as I was to see her. I don't know where she had been for six months, but I truly believe that she was trying the whole time to get back to me. We quickly fell back into our old routine.

A couple of months later, Jack showed up in the morning with a limp. She had hurt her paw. This once feral cat allowed me to pick her up and place her in a cat carrier to take her to the vet. On the ride there, I decided it was time to try to integrate Jack into my household of six other cats. I had her tested for FIV (negative!) and brought her into the house.

She has finally decided that I can be her human and loves living in the house. We were meant to be together!

It was late, and I saw a dead cat in the road. I went to get it out of the road and take it to the vet's the next mornin...
08/30/2026

It was late, and I saw a dead cat in the road. I went to get it out of the road and take it to the vet's the next morning so the owner could have closure.

As I went to pick him up, he moved his head slightly and gave out one of the weakest meows I've ever heard. I rushed him home as soon as I could, put him on my bed, and called every vet in the area to find one that was open. I found one and carried him to the car.

He was feather light and had no microchip. The vet determined he was most likely a stray, and an x-ray showed he had two broken legs and a broken rib. Through all of this, he could not stop purring; it was very weak but it was there. The vet said as the bill would be very high and there was no owner, the best thing to do would be to put him to sleep and to leave the room.

I couldn't leave. I decided he needed someone at the end, but then I realized I just couldn't let that happen. I was determined he had an owner who would have been devastated to have seen him like this, and I'd find them. So, with my term's fees for school, I had him fixed. No owner ever answered my ads.

While he was in casts, he was determined to try and follow me, but his legs flung around like paddles on a boat, so he got the nickname Paddlefoot, Pad for short. It stuck. My best friend of nine years now.

If I could say anything, it would be that not all cats die on impact with a car, so please stop if you hit one.

stray cat with a horribly disfigured face had been living a miserable life, scrounging for food in garbage bins in Istan...
08/30/2026

stray cat with a horribly disfigured face had been living a miserable life, scrounging for food in garbage bins in Istanbul, Turkey. Everyone who saw her just kept walking. They quickly wrote her off because of her ugly appearance.

A seven-year-old girl discovered the sick animal and felt differently than the rest of the people who had ignored her. She saw beyond her disfigured face, and knew she had to do something to save her.

She brought the cat home to her father and begged him to help. The poor cat was extremely emaciated, had a missing ear, could barely open her right eye, and had mites.

The little girl and her father rushed the cat to the vet, where they were able to nurse her back to health. They treated her with proper medication and performed surgery to repair some of her facial deformities.

They named the cat Gulumser, which means “she who always smiles.” The cat is now doing well and has grown inseparable with the little girl who saved her life.

This story just goes to show that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover!

I volunteer as a foster for a local rescue, and an older cat (7-years-old) named Ginny came into our care. She had been ...
08/29/2026

I volunteer as a foster for a local rescue, and an older cat (7-years-old) named Ginny came into our care. She had been without proper socialization for months after the death of her owner, and I stepped up as her foster, hoping I could help her, but fully expecting she would be in our care permanently.

From October 31 until February 23, she shared our home, with two resident cats, a dog, and two young boys. She went from a cat who trembled when you were in the same room as her, to one who became an absolute snuggle bug.

I still remember bringing her home and setting her up in our spare bedroom. She dove under the bed and refused to come out. For two weeks, I just went into the room and talked to her. It took a month before we could really say we were petting her and two months before she actively sought us out for attention.

Although it was heartbreaking to see her go, she has a wonderful new home with those who plan to love her furrever! It reminds me why I do what I do. When a cat most thought was unadoptable found her home on her first debut to the public, talk about rewarding!

My boys already talk about when we will have our next foster. They are learning love and compassion and the wonder of loving a little someone who they know will leave us for a fantastic future.

My mate and I were out shopping in October when there was a sudden rainstorm. We pulled into a grocery store parking lot...
08/29/2026

My mate and I were out shopping in October when there was a sudden rainstorm. We pulled into a grocery store parking lot and saw a poor 2 month old kitten lying in a shallow crack in the pavement. She was soaking wet, cold, and obviously badly hurt.

We picked her up and drove to our vet. We thought that she couldn't possibly survive being run over and that we would have to euthanize her. The vet examined her, and asked if we were willing to keep and care for a special needs cat. We were.

It was not clear what internal injuries she had, or how badly she would be crippled. An x-ray showed that her pelvis was crushed. Her rear legs were not attached to anything. One rear leg had some feeling, but the other showed no reflexes at all. One front leg was broken into three pieces. Her tail was folded completely in half. She was deeply in shock.

We think that when she was caught in the rain, she tried to hunker down into the crack in the pavement. That was enough to keep her from being completely crushed when she was run over. The vet casted her broken leg and we brought her home.

At first, she stayed in a basket next to us every second. A month later, she sat up! She started pulling herself around with her good arm and used a pad as a litter box. After two months, we had the cast removed. We were hoping her front leg would support her weight and the one rear leg would work.

On the first day she crawled; the second day, she walked clumsily. The third day, she crawled into the litter box. Then she ran. Then she walked up the steps. Then she ran up the steps! I did physical therapy three times a day on the paralyzed leg, and she learned to walk on it correctly.

We are so proud of our brave and tough little soldier! We named her Med, and we love her dearly!

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