Hey Y'all! My name is Chris, and I found this place while searching the net about animal cruelty and how it can be stopped. Nice forums you have here. I'm 14, going on 15 years old and I hope to have some nice discussion with all the other cat-lovers here.
I have four beautiful cats, all of which were strays. Each of them have an interesting and sometimes sad story of how we got them -- but most of it ends with a happy ending.
We got our first cat in 1990. One day that fall, when I was only four, a young tabby cat wandered into my yard. She started to rub against me, and I guess you can say we got close really fast; I found myself feeding her some eggs in a matter of days. One day my mom was petting her, and she hissed at my mom for touching her back. We also noticed some fur missing on her stomach, and a badly crooked tail. It looks like someone had kicked her, and maybe shut her tail in a door. We suspect she was abused and abandoned, by the people who lived up the street from us. But we took her, and 10 years later, Kiwi (trust me, we gave her a LOT of names!) is the most affectionate cat in the world.
In 1994 we had new neighbors move in right next to us, and they had a tiny little kitten named Cleo. Unfortunately from the start, Cleo was forgotten by them. When it rained or snowed, he would end up on our porch, every time. And we fed him half the time. Eventually in 1996, we just decided to take him. He, though timid, happily lived with us for two years. Those cruel neighbors left, but even worse neighbors come soon. Our new neighbors had a cat named Tabby, who ironically was a calico. Cleo, being curious, crossed the road a lot. He unfortuantely was run over.
But before he was killed, he made Tabby pregnant.
On August 18th, 1998, Tabby had 4 beautiful kittens. Two of which, had DISTINCT characteristics of Cleo. (Orange pattern, unbelieveably annoying cry...) But soon, Tabby was gone. Our neighbors were sick of her, so they simply sold her. What a rotten thing to do!!! But I did not mind that much; Tabby did not get along with my Kiwi.
1999 was a very memorable year. Tabby and 2 kittens were given away, only leaving 2 females left, Nala and Kiara. I grew very fond of them, very fast. Unfortunately, Nala was not taken care of, at all. They would throw her around, and make her do flips in the air. Heck, they didn't even bother to let her in at night. So we decided to take her, not knowing that our neighbors had arranged to give her to a farm. I found out she had been given away just hours before I was going to go over there, to take her. I cried my eyes out for a long, long time.
Meanwhile Kiara had kittens. I saw all five of them being born. Unfortunately the only female died; it had problems from the start. After the 4 remaining kittens were grown and walking, two kittens were given away, to the same place Nala was given to. Then, Kiara dissapeared on July 30th!! We were planning to take her, too.
But those two kittens were the best thing that ever happened to me. Every day in August, I would run to the fence, to hear one of them crying for me. It was the cutest thing on earth. But soon after it, I noticed a big difference between the two kittens: One was fat, healthy, and had a flea collar on. The other was small, dirty, and afraid of me. It was obvoius that he was not being taken care of. He was bone thin, and I was thinking about taking him. Then one day, I saw them do something horrible. He was on thier porch window, looking for affection, and someone pushed him outside, out of the window. That made me so mad, I just took him right there. His name is Odie, and he now is sleeping on the computer table!
In May of 2000, our neighbors, instead of thinking of themselves, thought about the cat for once: they gave us the other cat, Mick. It made sense, because every day, Mick would come here and sleep all day, anyway.
Then earlier this year, our other neighbors abandoned their beautiful cat, Mocha. She looks siamese, but has very long, beautiful hair. (I forgot what breed of cat that would be...) When we saw her, her fur was matted, she was dirty and very thin. We took her in right away, and brushed her, fed her, and gave her what she needed: love. She get's along with the 2 little guys, Odie and Mick. She doesn't get along with Kiwi, unfortunately.
But we have tried to give these cats the best lives we could. And I think we have done a good job.
I have four beautiful cats, all of which were strays. Each of them have an interesting and sometimes sad story of how we got them -- but most of it ends with a happy ending.
We got our first cat in 1990. One day that fall, when I was only four, a young tabby cat wandered into my yard. She started to rub against me, and I guess you can say we got close really fast; I found myself feeding her some eggs in a matter of days. One day my mom was petting her, and she hissed at my mom for touching her back. We also noticed some fur missing on her stomach, and a badly crooked tail. It looks like someone had kicked her, and maybe shut her tail in a door. We suspect she was abused and abandoned, by the people who lived up the street from us. But we took her, and 10 years later, Kiwi (trust me, we gave her a LOT of names!) is the most affectionate cat in the world.
In 1994 we had new neighbors move in right next to us, and they had a tiny little kitten named Cleo. Unfortunately from the start, Cleo was forgotten by them. When it rained or snowed, he would end up on our porch, every time. And we fed him half the time. Eventually in 1996, we just decided to take him. He, though timid, happily lived with us for two years. Those cruel neighbors left, but even worse neighbors come soon. Our new neighbors had a cat named Tabby, who ironically was a calico. Cleo, being curious, crossed the road a lot. He unfortuantely was run over.
On August 18th, 1998, Tabby had 4 beautiful kittens. Two of which, had DISTINCT characteristics of Cleo. (Orange pattern, unbelieveably annoying cry...) But soon, Tabby was gone. Our neighbors were sick of her, so they simply sold her. What a rotten thing to do!!! But I did not mind that much; Tabby did not get along with my Kiwi.
1999 was a very memorable year. Tabby and 2 kittens were given away, only leaving 2 females left, Nala and Kiara. I grew very fond of them, very fast. Unfortunately, Nala was not taken care of, at all. They would throw her around, and make her do flips in the air. Heck, they didn't even bother to let her in at night. So we decided to take her, not knowing that our neighbors had arranged to give her to a farm. I found out she had been given away just hours before I was going to go over there, to take her. I cried my eyes out for a long, long time.
Meanwhile Kiara had kittens. I saw all five of them being born. Unfortunately the only female died; it had problems from the start. After the 4 remaining kittens were grown and walking, two kittens were given away, to the same place Nala was given to. Then, Kiara dissapeared on July 30th!! We were planning to take her, too.
But those two kittens were the best thing that ever happened to me. Every day in August, I would run to the fence, to hear one of them crying for me. It was the cutest thing on earth. But soon after it, I noticed a big difference between the two kittens: One was fat, healthy, and had a flea collar on. The other was small, dirty, and afraid of me. It was obvoius that he was not being taken care of. He was bone thin, and I was thinking about taking him. Then one day, I saw them do something horrible. He was on thier porch window, looking for affection, and someone pushed him outside, out of the window. That made me so mad, I just took him right there. His name is Odie, and he now is sleeping on the computer table!
In May of 2000, our neighbors, instead of thinking of themselves, thought about the cat for once: they gave us the other cat, Mick. It made sense, because every day, Mick would come here and sleep all day, anyway.
Then earlier this year, our other neighbors abandoned their beautiful cat, Mocha. She looks siamese, but has very long, beautiful hair. (I forgot what breed of cat that would be...) When we saw her, her fur was matted, she was dirty and very thin. We took her in right away, and brushed her, fed her, and gave her what she needed: love. She get's along with the 2 little guys, Odie and Mick. She doesn't get along with Kiwi, unfortunately.
But we have tried to give these cats the best lives we could. And I think we have done a good job.
