where did your kitties come from??

Bailey and Bartee were found when we went over the mountains. Someone had dumped them on a lady and she didn't want them. They were about a month old when we got them.

Ripley is our only animal shelter kitty. We had gone to the shelter to pick up an abused kitten just out of quarantine. Rip was just a tiny kitten in a large stand alone cage. She was clinging to the side of the cage off the floor and as I walked in, every point of the room I went to, she would leap from side to side following me. I turned around and met those big bug eyes of her, and knew I had to have her.

Karma showed up one night after the renters had moved out down the road. They had over 12 cats mostly neglected, Karma was the worst of the lot. She came in skin and bones, claw and teeth and I trapped her, got her to the vet where she stayed and terrorized them for a week as they brought her back to health so she could be spayed. She is blind in one eye and is now the happiest and most contented lap kitty.

Stryker and Cleo are the remaining cats from a litter of 6. Their mom Funny Face has been adopted by a loving family down the road, but she still comes back from time to time to say hello to us, then she leaves again. She was a feral that had her kittens under out porch the month we moved into this house.

McKenzie was dumped off at the local high school, pregnant and feral. I got the call and went and trapped her. She had 3 kittens, one died. The remaining two Taz and Squirrel brighten up our lives on a daily basis.

Ghost is an old white feral who lives intermittingly under our house and in our hay barn. He just showed up one day, and keeps reappearing usually in the middle of the night. Other than taking him in to be neutered, I don't have much contact with him at this time.


Whisp was rescued from an apartment complex where they were poisoning cats! She was pregnant, but she had problems and lost her kittens. She has taken to living out in the new addition and she is fine with me, but still runs from Mike if he makes eye contact with her.

Orange Crush just appeared on our property several months ago. Largest feral I have ever seen, the color of a bobcat and looks like some maine coon. I put him about 5 years old, he won't trap easily but he did let me touch him the other day!

Mystery Man- he appeared about 2 weeks ago. A big orange and white tom with the look of too many fights and to long on the streets. At first he ran off everytime I approached, but just lately he has allowed me to see him. I need to bond with him and get him neutered! To many cat fights at night. I would say that he is about 5 years old.

Winkin Blinkin and Nodd- three kittens who were being terrorized in front of a grocery store,and who I ended up taking home with me.

There are two barn cats that just appeared here one day. They pretty much stay to themselves, and I am looking for a better barn to place them at. They are mackeral tabbies and look like brothers-

Ophelia was placed into our lives directly by Fate. We were talking about how wonderful it would be to have a pet to come home to, but we didn't have the money for a pet deposit. The next night we heard the distinct cry of a kitten in distress. Turns out, she was trapped in between the walls of our apartment building! No idea how a 5-6 week old feral kitten manages that, but there she was. So we punched a hole in the wall and bribed her out (many hours later) with tuna. You can read her whole story (and many others, many from people at this site!) here at Save Samoa.

We thought Ophelia had gotten out because we couldn't find her anywhere. Well, she had actually just found a very good hiding place, as feral kittens do. To drown our sorrows, we went shopping - what else? There is a pet store in the mall, and of course there were some kittens there. Trent chose us from the first time he saw us, no doubt about it. As soon as we brought him home and into the bedroom, he meowed and out popped baby kitten Ophelia!

Heidi,

That is a great story! How lucky both of them are to have you.

Tiger and Jorin we got from an ad in the paper, the lady's ex-husband's employer (he does landscaping) had a litter of kittens, and she was going to drown them! He took them and brought them to his ex-wife, because she liked cats and breeds bengals. She hand-raised them from 1 week old, and then put an ad in the paper. We got the last two, two orange tabby boys. I wasn't thrilled about orange tabbies, I really wanted a calico babygirl. When I got there and saw these two cute little boys, I fell instantly in love!

Boo I got about 5 years ago from a person I worked with. She was the last one of the litter and he brought her to work with him. I immediately said I wanted her, and she stayed under my desk all day at work (with food and water in her crate) When I got her home and let her out of her carrier, she hid under my skirt and peeked underneath now and then- thus her name, Peek-A-Boo, or Boo for short

Meggie, who I don't have here, I got as a companion for Boo. She came from the shelter, I wanted a kitten for Boo to bond with, but the youngest they had was about 6 months. I didn't know anything about introductions then, so there was quite a bit of hissing and growling at first. They never did become friends, but they were at least companiable. They lived together at my parents house when I moved to college. Meggie still lives there because I don't have the money right now to get all the vet work done that she needs. She has a very bad tooth infection, and may need to get all her teeth pulled, as well as getting spayed.


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I adopted Peaches from the local Humane Society last November. I was looking for a Persian or Himmy and called Furburbia (a humane society sponsored store) They said they had one himmy and she was just leaving with him to take him across town to a Petsmart. So I told her I'd be right there and left work and to run all the way across town during traffic rush at 5:30pm. I got there and asked the lady to show me the Himmy and she pointed him out. I went in and held him, checked him out good and asked a bunch of questions. After she answered me, the lady told me the girl standing 2 feet from me was filling out adoption papers for the cat right then. I couldn't understand why she led me on like that, but oh well! She told me she thought there were some white Himmy kittens at Furburbia. Shoot... I had to run all the way over to the OTHER side of town IN rush hour AGAIN!!

I got to Furburbia and the white Himmy kittens looked questionable. Then I spoted a Orange cat like Kiddy, who had just dissappeared a few months before so I went to look at him. He was in a big playpen. When I went in to look at him I looked up and low and behold, way up there on display (as she always displays her beautiful self) was this skinny, straggly looking, cream colored, smooshy faced Persian! At first I wasn't sure about her. But I picked her up to pet her and all of a sudden this big ole black lab started barking up a storm! I thought poor kitty would have a heart attack! She bit me and jumped back up in the play tree. I pet her for a minute and when she calmed down I picked her up again. The lady asked if I wanted to take her in a room by herself and play with her so I did. I played with her, petted her and brushed her. Then she kissed me on the face and that was that! I was hers.

Peaches was neglected and given up because she bit. But she was in a home with children and generally Persians don't care for loud noises or sudden moves. So I bet that's why she bit. She still tries to bite me if she gets pissed off at me! LOL. Like if she thinks I'm brushing her just a little longer then she likes! But it's more like a little nip and I can see it comming. And thankfully I don't have small children anymore. I just love her to death! And now she is a big, fluffy healthy and happy kitty! My co-workers laughed at me last week because I was late and when they asked me why I told them I was playing with my kitty and she was so cute I couldn't leave!

Tammie, Slave to Peaches

I decided I wanted a cat but didn't think I could afford one from the shelter. My granddaughter's babysitter had a litter of 4 who looked like siamese. I said I would take one. I wanted a female but when I got there, all that was left was this little male and when you picked him up all he wanted was down and he scratched and bit like crazy. Well he was so cute I took him anyway but wasn't sure what to do about his biting me. He was 6 weeks old. He is now 12 weeks old and has improved...soooommmmeeee. His name is Chewbacca aka Chewy for obvious reasons.

My granddaughter subsequently was given his mother. She wasn't compatible and wanted outside and there was nowhere she could be outside at her house. She called me and asked me if I could take her. Well, of course, she is a beautiful looking siamese. Actually, they are both mixes but their looks are striking. Her name was Rosie but to me that didn't fit so I renamed her Mittens as she has white mittens on all 4 feet. I know, that isn't original but....her mother is Boots and my granddaughter's kitten who is Boot's is called Socks. Mittens is also Boots daughter.

And of course, I had to have them altered. Sooooo, where did I save money....well, I guess I got two for one. lol

Guess that is enough rambling
Nancy

I love reading everyone's stories about their kitties! It's so wonderful!!!

Lazlo, Sheldon, Spooky, Tuxedo and Julius were a litter of feral kitties that turned up in our yard one day. They were born in a groundhog burrow up in the woods behind our motorhome. We didn't know what to do with them, so I went online and found... TCS! We hung out with them and fed them outside - the plan was to wait until they were 12 weeks old and to then spay mom cat.

But the whole family disappeared one day, leaving Lazlo behind. He cried for two days, and we brought him inside. I'm insanely allergic to cats, so it was a kind of "we'll see if this works." I got a bunch of scrips from the Doc, and everything seemed just fine. Well - don't you know, the family turned back up after a few days. We later figured out mom was taking them on excursions, and they often left for a few days. But we weren't putting Lazlo back outside! Instead - we decided to bring in a pal for him. That was Shelly. The imp! Their whole story is here on Save Samoa: Lazlo & Sheldon

By then we were hooked, of course. We cared for the rest of them outside, and continued to hang out and play with them to the extent possible. As soon as we were sure they were over 12 weeks old, we had mom spayed and vaccinated. She disappeared after we re-released her. (And we have a feeder now for the feral colony around here, and we've still never seen her since).

When it started getting cold and we still hadn't found homes for the other kittens (another litter of 3 turned up), we built shelters outside. In December, we found a home for Julius and Spooky. It turned out to be a terrible thing, and we brought them back. One of the Vet assistants ended up adopting Juius - who is a great big ginger long-haired fluffy love bug. Spooky we kept. She's our lap kitty, and she is so sweet!!!

Tuxedo... was different. He had aggression problems. We had to feed him away from all of the other cats/kittens outside to keep him from attacking them. He almost killed a kitten from another litter (Munchkin - we fostered her and found her a loving home). He stayed outside until about March, when it had been so bitterly cold for so long we just couldn't take it any more. By then he'd calmed down, and had become very attached to Gary. We put him in boarding (with the other two kittens) to get him out of the weather. The owner of the facility worked with him to help socialize him. We visited him there regularly (and were able to adopt out the other two), and he would jump into Gary's arms, and head-butt him in the head. After about a month, he became very, very ill. We took him to the Vet, where he had to stay about a week. Because he'd been outside in the cold, he was a fat little kitty. From the illness, he lost like 3/4 of his body weight, and turned into a scraggly little thing. We visited him at the Vet's - and he DOVE at Gary. The Vet told us that Tuxedo wasn't sick anymore, but that he wasn't eating. That he'd obviously developed some kind of bond with Gary, and if we wanted the little fellow to live, we'd better bring him home.

So that's what we did. And Tuxedo is now happily a part of our family, and he head-butts Gary in the head to this day. It is the funniest thing!

The odd thing about it all is that in the end, Tuxedo is the best socialized of all our cats. He's not afraid of new people - and all our other cats flee when we have visitors. Gary wrote up Tuxedo's story for Save Samoa. It's here: Tuxedo's story

But we have to stop here, though we'd love to save them all. We live in a motor home, and with 37 x 8 feet, it's not a lot of space for 6 beings! We took out the dining room and put in cat furniture. We've sacrificed just about every space in this house (including our bedside tables) to the cats. Gary has a chair and the top of his computer. I have half the couch. The only place that isn't the "cats'" is the kitchen counter, stove, kitchen cabinets, the closet, and two "shirt" closets that hang over the bedside tables.

Tavish ~ My co worker's neighbor kicked mama cat out of the housebecause mama cat was pregnant. She gave birth to 9 kittens. My co worker told me about it. My dh and I came and tried to get two kittnes but impossible. Kittens and mama are everywhere outside near the neighbor's house and backyard that has small river. Only one kitten that my co worker's dh caught him from the cage trapper. He had him for the overnight while we chased over other kittens. Then we found out that he had a kitten. We were upset because we know ktiten would have traumtic being stuck in the cage for the over night.. We got him and brought with us right away without searching for another kitten. we brought him straightly to the vet. We had him for two days later, then we went to petsmart.

Jude ~ we saw how adorable little red kitten was. We adopted him from the petsmart through Virginia B whos runs for the homeless cat/kitten shelter that had contrast with the petsmart. We thought he is very friendly and overconfident kitten. We thought Jude is perfect for Tavish.. Tavish is scared and alone. Tavish was lost too. Utnil we brought Jude home and at first Tavish sniffed him and become bossy arund jude. One week later, they immedicately become best friends and together ever since..

Kitty: Walked into my inlaws front door on Halloween 17 years ago - and knowing I love cats - gave her to me.

Lucky: Was a feral hanging around our house - we trapped her last October to invite her into our family.

Charm: We adopted from the local Humane Society in May of this year.

(Previous cats: Midnight - was purchased from a pet store by a friend and given to me as a gift when I was about 18. Phantom - was acquired through a private person who was moving and couldn't take him with them.)

Charli was brought for $45 at a local pet store (if i had known about the cat shlter i would of gotten a cat there!)

and mickey was was out of the newspaper for free, the lady who was giving them away said she found a box with the mother and all her babies (including my mickey) on the side of the road!

Hi.

None of my cats are rescued , They have all been bred by cat breeders.

Yogi. Got him from Christchurch. Brought him from the Taniver Cattery.

l.e may. Got her from Queensland , Austrlia . Brought from the Malita cattery.

Loonie. Got her from Tasmania, Australia. Brought from the Sybank cattery.

Elmo. Son of Loonie. Born in my bedroom.

Boy. Brought from Invercargill. From the Skiffie cattery.

Holly,Sophie & Muffin . Brought from 2 roads away(Nana's). From the Grafton cattery

Sam.

I found Homer my very first week in Tennessee when he was about one day old! Someone had tied him and his brothers up in a plastic grocery bag and thrown them in the dumpster to die. A friend and I heard them and got them out. When I put my hand in the bag the poor little guys were so hungry they started sucking on my fingers. Homer was the black and white one and tried to climb up my arm and I thought, "I can't let this little one die", so I said "I'll take this one" . And my friend took another one. We walked around found other people in the dept. to take the rest.

I fed him out of a bottle with one of those infant animal formulas every 3 hours for about 4 weeks (didn't get much sleep that month!).

This has been one of my favorite threads. I love reading the stories of how these fur babies were found and adopted. Thank goodness for Homer that you found him in that dumpster. Can you imagine, just leaving lives to die like that? Again, thanks for all your stories.

Loki came to me thru the Bengal Cat Rescue and is the best thing I ever did!!

I got Galileo from the Heaven's Gate Cat rescue shelter at the PetSmart at Arundel Mills in MD Easter Sat 2003. I went there to look at another cat and played with Leo and said I'll take him! He walked right into my car crate and my life has never been the same since.