My cat, Boo Boo Winkels, just can’t wait for me to get home. He waits by the window and when he spots me, he runs to the door to greet me. He stands on his back legs, with his front paws up in the air, looking at me to pick him up. He won’t let me do a thing until I’ve picked him up and given him a hug. And, I know it’s not because he wants to be fed. Boo Boo has an automatic cat feeder, so I know it’s true love. He just always makes my day!
A friend of ours was in town to go grocery shopping and was drawn to the pet food aisle and looked at kitten food, but she thought to herself, “I don’t have any kittens.” Then on the way home (out in the country) she noticed a plastic bag in the ditch that was moving. She stopped to investigate and saw that there were four very tiny kittens in this bag.
She took them home and told my husband about them. So, I called that evening and asked if her girls would let me have one of the kittens. The next morning I went out to claim one, and the girls (aged 10 and 12) were waiting for me. They took me inside and picked one up and said, “We think you would like this one (!).” So I took her home and named her Daisy.
Daisy weighed 20 ounces and seemed barely old enough to eat solid food. I carried her around in the hood of my sweatshirt for a few days. My Birman, Karma, was quite offended at this intrusion, but he finally adapted.
Daisy has been making up for her missed meals ever since (three years) and now weighs more than 17 lbs. She has a beautiful long, silky coat and is very loving. She especially likes to snuggle with my husband, but since he leaves early in the moring she stays close to me until its time for breakfast.
I found Sam by looking at our local shelter’s site on the internet.They post pictures of all the animals available. He looked rather thin and uncared for in his photo, but I saw a beautiful cat waiting to emerge. I went to visit him at the shelter and he began purring as soon as I picked him up and put him on my lap. It was love at first sight. I have had him a month now and he has already filled out and his coat is much improved with good quality food. He will sit with me as long as I want to hold him and tries hard to be friendly to the others.
I’m a volunteer at the local humane society. One day I went in for my shift and met up with a dog I’ll call Brandy, an older chocolate lab with a thyroid problem.She was obviously depressed. Lying in her kennel with her head between her paws, nothing seemed to interest her. I went in to pet her; she lay quietly and was friendly, but it just didn’t seem to cheer her up.
Brandy was there for weeks. I, along with other volunteers and staff, worried. Older dog, needed a special diet (she was more than a little plump), needed medication, depressed and lying in the back of the kennel. Would anyone notice her? Would anyone want this beautiful girl?
We visited Brandy often, bringing her little treats and words of encouragement. Day after day we would round the corner hoping that she would be adopted – and day after day, she’d still be lying there at the back of her kennel, head between her paws.
And then it happened: one of the staff told me that a nice older couple came in … they read the signs we’d put up around her kennel, took the time to visit with Brandy – and fell in love with her. They were told about her health problems and were willing to do all the work necessary for her condition.
Soon afterwards her adoption contract was complete and Brandy had a new home.
When Brandy was taken out of her kennel to go home with her new family, she seemed to know: her walk perked right up. I was told that she jumped right up into the back of her new family’s van – her tail wagging so hard it hit the sides of the car. 
I live in a house with my grandparent, parents and brother so sometimes I just want something that could only be mine (I was 8 at the time). My dad brought me a kitten off the street and as he said we had to “put it out of its misery.” We had tried to help it for a year but she just got worse and worse it was the only fair thing to do. At the vet’s office I cried and cried.
My mom was worried that i wouldn’t be able to deal with the pain so right after the cat was put down, my mom brought me to the humane society. She told me I could pick any cat I wanted.I looked in the cages and saw a kitten just lying there so I asked if I could hold her. It was love at first sight. I decided I wanted her and her name was going to be Tiger. She was just adorable, the only problem was that me and my brother fought for everything.Worried that we might harm her, my mom went back to the humane society and adopted another kitten. This one was supposed to be for my brother. As my mom recently told me, the people told her not to get him – he was horrible with people and very grumpy. My mom picked him up anyways, and he started purring. The lady was surprised and shocked. I guess it was just destiny! My dad named him DIESLE because he purred really loud and sounded like a diesle engine.We’d only had him for a little while when one morning he started licking my dad’s face and purring in his ear. He woke up and heard a crackling sound outside, what he thought was just rain turned out to be a roaring fire. That soon led to fear and panic. Without this miracle we still call Diesle, we might not have woken up in time to get out of the house! And even though I’m only 11, I think destiny has strange ways of talking to us, and we should never underestimate our best friends.Kindly Contributed By: Daniela
Villa, a black Newfoundland, was from Villas, New Jersey. Villa was a half grown puppy when during a severe blizzard, she started to bark from her dogrun. After several minutes she leapt over the five foot fence and ran across to the neighbors yard. The snow was so thick, that visibility was zero, and the winds were howling at 60 miles per hour.
The neighbors 11 year old girl, Andrea Anderson, was out looking at the storm when the wind blew her across the yard. Unable to see, she had become stuck in a drift, and was unable to free herself. Villa heard her cries for help, escaped her cage, and found Andrea. Villa had to circle the child several times before she could manage to free herself from the drift. Villa, then led Andrea safely to her home.
-Ken
My family and I own 15 cats (alot ?). One of them ,Baby(siamese,1 and a couple of months old), will jump onto my Dad’s shoulder (and my dad is tall) while he’s eating an apple and stare at him.So my dad gives her the apple and she starts eating it!Also her siamese brother ,Boy, likes muffins. Also if you take ur hands and position them claw-like and lower them down above Monsters head she’ll like give out a little meow untill u touch her and say “Monster Monster” in a high pitch voice and she’ll start purring and rolling around. Also Sissy (also known as Sissy gumdrop)if my dad whistles she’ll come running toward him. Here’s the names of the other cats i didn’t mention:Jack(Grandpa,the oldest cat we own 13years old),Viking,Bobcat,Hoghead,Moocow,Poopoo(Pepsi),Runt,Airplane ears,Airplane Gunr(Airplane jr.),Fatboy,and Monkey.
My cat, Niato (Nee-ot-toe), whose name means ‘flat nose’ in Spanish, loves to attack my feet. What’s ironic is that I hate feet! I learned after about the fifth week of having him, that I should wear my shoes around the house, but not my good socks… he might chew those up… but that’s another story…
Our cat Boris was lost in Hurricane Katrina. More than six weeks after the storm, a woman located us (we lost our home and had relocated) and said that she had seen our cat. We imediately went to get him and stopped at a gas station on the way back to grab some cat food. This gas station did not carry Boris’ food of choice, Meow Mix Seafood Middles (now Medley). He turned his nose up at every kind of cat food that we offered him, even after being half-starved for 6+ weeks. After our grocer opened back after the storm, they carried Boris’ favorite food. He ate until his little kitty belly couldn’t hold any more. He’d rather starve than eat something other than his Meow Mix!! How he survived after the storm with such a picky taste I do not know, but I’m sure glad that he did! Our family is so greatful to have Boris back.
My little cat Nuisance is a female Calico who was given to me as a birthday gift when she was no more than 8 weeks old. I named her Nuisance because she can be real pesky when she wants something. For example, she loves to play fetch just like a little puppy does. She has these bright pink feathers that she likes to “fetch” and bring back. And, if you don’t throw them she will continously rub all over you ’til you do. When she gets tired of playing she just won’t bring the feathers back. She also likes to get up on the back of the toilet and try to flush when a person is done. She knows where the handle is, she just isn’t strong enough to push it all the way down!
My cat Sasha is a very funny cat. She has many quirky things about her, but I do have a favorite. She loves to watch the toilet flush! She could be in a room far away from the bathroom and as soon as the toilet flushes she runs into the bathroom and stands on her hind legs and watches it.