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I have to be honest, I'm not a super cat lover... But I do care for any animal as they deserve. My life has been hard, and continues to be so... And despite having very little, I still try to do whatever I need to do. I used to breed Betta fish (and once my water isn't horrible, and my life isn't a mess... We'll see), used to rescue a lot of different animals. This included skinny pigs, guinea pigs, reptiles, amphibians, cats, dogs, etc etc 
Short of a goat and a giraffe, I had a zoo.
Most recent rescues: The kitten in the picture was a wild-born. Her mama is a large manx, who is a complete feral. Got to spot her from a far distance or through a window before she would dart off. My brother accidentally scared the mama away when he came over, then decided to handle the kitten... Mama wouldn't return for her, so we ended up taking her in before the winter's night took her! Got her up to weight, had our cat become accustomed to her antics, and found her a loving home with a lady who had lost her cat earlier last year.
The larger cat is our house-cat, who definitely did not agree with any of the new arrivals
She was 3 weeks old when we got her from a lady claiming she was 6 weeks. She offered to take her back due to complications we were having with her health, and we said no... She didn't care to keep her with her "purebred ragdoll mother" until she was weaned, I didn't feel she would care for the kitten if she got her back.
This one is an old one... He was named "Gurgi", taken away from an abusive home where the young boy would toss him around, kick him, hit him, torture him with squeaky toys... When I got him he had the anxiety habit of pacing back and forth, through the kitchen and back to the balcony doors, waiting for whoever had left. Was terrified of children, squeaky toys, your hands, your feet, loud sounds... Everything... Got him door-trained, leash trained, crate trained, and calmed him down quite a bit before he went to live with a young gentleman who to this day still loves the fluffy dog with all his heart.
These may be familiar to some people in the US (I'm in Canada). When my friend had a reptile rescue, I helped out. We were brought two "geckos", which obviously, weren't geckos. Very still, refusing to eat... We had to find out what they were. Turns out they were the interesting "nevercatchems" aka Desert Iguanas. We did all we could to get them onto the proper diet (instead of the mealworm diet they were on), and when the rescue went to the city it went under because of physical and verbal threats directed towards him and the animals. That was 2011. Just last year I saw an ad up for "desert iguanas" and it turned out to be the same pair!! The guy got them from his friend, who found them in someone's garage, their tank stacked with other junk as if they were trash. The guy didn't want them, so gave them to her... she gave them to her friend, who then gave them to me. My friend has one, and I have the other. This is because two males in one enclosure is NOT a good idea, and the former "alpha" was so weak from Metabolic Bone Disorder that the smaller one was taking advantage of it. BOTH are doing great.
This sweet face was lucky to come across our house. Obviously abandoned for a couple years, she was so unsure of us. But she took refuge on a blanket someone left outside... Food overcomes fear, when she was offered something to eat. I was attacked when I tried to gently pick her up, so I left it at that for contact... ONLY touch the head! A few days passed and the weather got worse. I rigged a reptile heat lamp with a clamp on a chair, pointed towards her "sleeping spot". My brother was able to pick her up, and noticed her enlarged tummy... Worried that she could possibly be pregnant, and knowing fully we couldn't take her in with already having our cat, plus another abandoned cat indoors.... I contacted a cat sanctuary. Everywhere here is so full for cats, that most places will turn you down or tell you to euthanise/release. (The SPCA refuses to take cats, local bylaw only deals with dogs...). The sanctuary willingly took her, despite having over 300 cats to care for between two people. The vet checkup was first before she was brought to the sanctuary and what they found out, was a lot worse than "more kittens". She had a handful of tumors in her uterus, and went under immediate surgery to have her uterus removed. Thankfully, it wasn't cancerous and was contained to the uterus.
This cute face belongs to an abandoned cat. We did not recognize him from the colony cats (last year their number reached over 25, this year there were less than 10), and no one came forth to claim him. He still lives with us, much to the disgust of our cat! He's a true cuddlebug... Reminds me of a scottish fold, but with straight ears. Currently he has some behavioral issues due to a mean little girl, who needs to learn the value of life. He had some frostbite on his ears after being on our porch for 10 or so hours.... As seen in the picture. But that has since then healed, and he is on the list to be neutered!!
Another oldie! This is "Scottie". Blind german shepherd pup who we got at 3.5 months old. Before he was 5 months, he died. I had noticed he wasn't really blind, but had an issue focusing on anything distant. His head shook to counteract his eyes shaking. He could play the "touch palm" game, which backed up my belief that there was something wrong with him other than just his eyes. The breeder was debating on euthanising him or giving him away... honestly if she bred properly, ALL the pups would have had a REAL vet checkup, and she would have found out about the tumor on his brain. THAT killed him. Killed him before he could be rushed to the vet. Two seizures, one call, too late. (A bit of a rant because it left me devastated to lose such a smart and loving companion... I don't really feel I'll ever find a "Scottie" again). I'm not against breeders.... But I am sure against bad breeders.
Short of a goat and a giraffe, I had a zoo.Most recent rescues: The kitten in the picture was a wild-born. Her mama is a large manx, who is a complete feral. Got to spot her from a far distance or through a window before she would dart off. My brother accidentally scared the mama away when he came over, then decided to handle the kitten... Mama wouldn't return for her, so we ended up taking her in before the winter's night took her! Got her up to weight, had our cat become accustomed to her antics, and found her a loving home with a lady who had lost her cat earlier last year.
The larger cat is our house-cat, who definitely did not agree with any of the new arrivals
She was 3 weeks old when we got her from a lady claiming she was 6 weeks. She offered to take her back due to complications we were having with her health, and we said no... She didn't care to keep her with her "purebred ragdoll mother" until she was weaned, I didn't feel she would care for the kitten if she got her back.
This one is an old one... He was named "Gurgi", taken away from an abusive home where the young boy would toss him around, kick him, hit him, torture him with squeaky toys... When I got him he had the anxiety habit of pacing back and forth, through the kitchen and back to the balcony doors, waiting for whoever had left. Was terrified of children, squeaky toys, your hands, your feet, loud sounds... Everything... Got him door-trained, leash trained, crate trained, and calmed him down quite a bit before he went to live with a young gentleman who to this day still loves the fluffy dog with all his heart.
These may be familiar to some people in the US (I'm in Canada). When my friend had a reptile rescue, I helped out. We were brought two "geckos", which obviously, weren't geckos. Very still, refusing to eat... We had to find out what they were. Turns out they were the interesting "nevercatchems" aka Desert Iguanas. We did all we could to get them onto the proper diet (instead of the mealworm diet they were on), and when the rescue went to the city it went under because of physical and verbal threats directed towards him and the animals. That was 2011. Just last year I saw an ad up for "desert iguanas" and it turned out to be the same pair!! The guy got them from his friend, who found them in someone's garage, their tank stacked with other junk as if they were trash. The guy didn't want them, so gave them to her... she gave them to her friend, who then gave them to me. My friend has one, and I have the other. This is because two males in one enclosure is NOT a good idea, and the former "alpha" was so weak from Metabolic Bone Disorder that the smaller one was taking advantage of it. BOTH are doing great.
This sweet face was lucky to come across our house. Obviously abandoned for a couple years, she was so unsure of us. But she took refuge on a blanket someone left outside... Food overcomes fear, when she was offered something to eat. I was attacked when I tried to gently pick her up, so I left it at that for contact... ONLY touch the head! A few days passed and the weather got worse. I rigged a reptile heat lamp with a clamp on a chair, pointed towards her "sleeping spot". My brother was able to pick her up, and noticed her enlarged tummy... Worried that she could possibly be pregnant, and knowing fully we couldn't take her in with already having our cat, plus another abandoned cat indoors.... I contacted a cat sanctuary. Everywhere here is so full for cats, that most places will turn you down or tell you to euthanise/release. (The SPCA refuses to take cats, local bylaw only deals with dogs...). The sanctuary willingly took her, despite having over 300 cats to care for between two people. The vet checkup was first before she was brought to the sanctuary and what they found out, was a lot worse than "more kittens". She had a handful of tumors in her uterus, and went under immediate surgery to have her uterus removed. Thankfully, it wasn't cancerous and was contained to the uterus.
This cute face belongs to an abandoned cat. We did not recognize him from the colony cats (last year their number reached over 25, this year there were less than 10), and no one came forth to claim him. He still lives with us, much to the disgust of our cat! He's a true cuddlebug... Reminds me of a scottish fold, but with straight ears. Currently he has some behavioral issues due to a mean little girl, who needs to learn the value of life. He had some frostbite on his ears after being on our porch for 10 or so hours.... As seen in the picture. But that has since then healed, and he is on the list to be neutered!!
Another oldie! This is "Scottie". Blind german shepherd pup who we got at 3.5 months old. Before he was 5 months, he died. I had noticed he wasn't really blind, but had an issue focusing on anything distant. His head shook to counteract his eyes shaking. He could play the "touch palm" game, which backed up my belief that there was something wrong with him other than just his eyes. The breeder was debating on euthanising him or giving him away... honestly if she bred properly, ALL the pups would have had a REAL vet checkup, and she would have found out about the tumor on his brain. THAT killed him. Killed him before he could be rushed to the vet. Two seizures, one call, too late. (A bit of a rant because it left me devastated to lose such a smart and loving companion... I don't really feel I'll ever find a "Scottie" again). I'm not against breeders.... But I am sure against bad breeders.
