Rescue Animals! *rough draft*
I work with a shelter in my area, and have been for almost a year. I got my first cat when I saw a little orange kitten in a pet store that was being picked on by bigger cats in the same tiny cage. I was just a little kid. I started fostering cats in high school, agreeing to cat-sit a cat, then when they disappeared, I had her spayed so they couldn't come back and use her to breed kitten after kitten like they had planned. I never heard from them anyways...I couldn't adopt her out to anyone else because when she lived with that family she turned mean because the daycare run out of the house had little kids chasing her and picking her up by her head. She lived in my closet foor a few months and now...well she never recovered and has a bit of a paranoid split personality...but she has a home.Then I adopted a cat from a shelter. Years later, I fostered two kittens for a couple who went to jail and didn't want them back.
Last May I found a tiny kitten in the ghetto (a friend's house) and took her home before anyone could hurt her. She was very sweet and friendly. Cats and kittens in neighborhoods are usually skittish or mean to survive. This one was sweet and I kept her in my excercise room until a co-worker of my mother's adopted her. In the meantime I treated her for fleas -which are horrifying things. The only local shelter that returned my calls, gave me advice on how to bathe her in dishwashing soap...
That was Alley...
Alley
A month or so later, in the same neighborhood, someone helped me chase down a scared kitten through back yards and alleys. I called the shelter back and they agreed to take her. Serafina went in after I flea treated her at home and I started volunteering every week.
She was adopted.
Serafina (now "sara")
The next kitten I worked with was a tiny little grey tabby I named Alice. After a month or so, she wasn't scared of people anymore and was adopted.
Then I met Fiona. She came in with her brother and sister who were friendly and were adopted. Fiona would hide in the corner and hiss. I took her home to foster, a friend said she'd adopt her if I fostered her a little longer, theybacked out, and I kept her. She's a year now.
Fiona then
Fiona now
Next were two orange sisters who were little hissing and spitting terrors. Lillith & Minnie came in with their father Cassanova. I took them home for about 2 months ans Lillith turned into the sweetest cat.She was adopted at 6 months. Minnie was adopted a month later.
Before & After: Minnie & Lillith
Next was Noodles.
Another orange tabby...She was skinny and dehydrated. I fostered her for a week, and she returned to be adopted.
*Amelia
- Amelia was trapped in another dangerous neighborhood followed by sister *Friskies and brother *JItters(orange tabby). I brought JItters and Friskies home when they got sick, then Shelby
- a tiny brown tabby who was the runt.
I returned a healthy Friskies and took home a very sick Puddles
who needed Pedialyte and syringe feedingat all hours just to keep her head up. After about a month the girls were big enough to go back and not risk getting sick again, Puddles no longer was bony and you couldn't feel or see her spine any longer. They were adopted out together and their new mom sent me a photo update...
Jitters was an absolute sweetheart and he is now mine.
before & after
*Oliver (orange tabby)
was from a different litter, same neighborhood. He waited at the shelter for a month when my 18 year old cat suddenly got sick and passed away. Right after that Dr.Claw
, a Himalayan was found in the hedges of a vet clinic and dropped off at the shelter. I took him home and after a week he settled in and started eating. Oliver got more scared, more angry, and was hissing constantly so I brought him home too. He is currently being rehabilitated and he even purrs now!
Photos and linking website/blog coming soon!
Last May I found a tiny kitten in the ghetto (a friend's house) and took her home before anyone could hurt her. She was very sweet and friendly. Cats and kittens in neighborhoods are usually skittish or mean to survive. This one was sweet and I kept her in my excercise room until a co-worker of my mother's adopted her. In the meantime I treated her for fleas -which are horrifying things. The only local shelter that returned my calls, gave me advice on how to bathe her in dishwashing soap...
That was Alley...
Alley
A month or so later, in the same neighborhood, someone helped me chase down a scared kitten through back yards and alleys. I called the shelter back and they agreed to take her. Serafina went in after I flea treated her at home and I started volunteering every week.
She was adopted.
Serafina (now "sara")
The next kitten I worked with was a tiny little grey tabby I named Alice. After a month or so, she wasn't scared of people anymore and was adopted.
Then I met Fiona. She came in with her brother and sister who were friendly and were adopted. Fiona would hide in the corner and hiss. I took her home to foster, a friend said she'd adopt her if I fostered her a little longer, theybacked out, and I kept her. She's a year now.
Fiona then
Fiona now
Next were two orange sisters who were little hissing and spitting terrors. Lillith & Minnie came in with their father Cassanova. I took them home for about 2 months ans Lillith turned into the sweetest cat.She was adopted at 6 months. Minnie was adopted a month later.
Before & After: Minnie & Lillith
Next was Noodles.
Another orange tabby...She was skinny and dehydrated. I fostered her for a week, and she returned to be adopted.
*Amelia
- Amelia was trapped in another dangerous neighborhood followed by sister *Friskies and brother *JItters(orange tabby). I brought JItters and Friskies home when they got sick, then Shelby
- a tiny brown tabby who was the runt.
I returned a healthy Friskies and took home a very sick Puddles
who needed Pedialyte and syringe feedingat all hours just to keep her head up. After about a month the girls were big enough to go back and not risk getting sick again, Puddles no longer was bony and you couldn't feel or see her spine any longer. They were adopted out together and their new mom sent me a photo update...
Jitters was an absolute sweetheart and he is now mine.
before & after
*Oliver (orange tabby)
was from a different litter, same neighborhood. He waited at the shelter for a month when my 18 year old cat suddenly got sick and passed away. Right after that Dr.Claw
, a Himalayan was found in the hedges of a vet clinic and dropped off at the shelter. I took him home and after a week he settled in and started eating. Oliver got more scared, more angry, and was hissing constantly so I brought him home too. He is currently being rehabilitated and he even purrs now!
Photos and linking website/blog coming soon!