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My previous cat had died a few months earlier and I was torn between not wanting to go through the pain of losing another pet and the desire to have another warm, purring body next to me.

A close friend called me to say an acquaintance connected with the local animal shelter knew of a full-grown cat that needed a home. He had been living outdoors in upstate New York for some time and was finally enticed into the “Have a Heart” trap by the delicious canned cat food.

When I first saw him in the shelter and opened the cage door, he jumped right out into my arms and cuddled. He was a very handsome black, white and grey cat with a black stripe running completely down his back and pretty white paws.

It was love at first sight. I wanted an Old Testament sounding name for him and settled on Zachariah, or Zak for short. He soon added to his name by tearing around the floor of the bedroom chasing his tale.

His full name is Zachariah Tailchaser and, although he is older now, he still puts aside all dignity and occasionally chases his tail for old times sake. I truly believe that he had been starving in his time outside and, when he came to our home, vowed never to be hungry again.

He never saw a can of cat food or a bag of kibble that he didn’t like. He ate his way to eighteen pounds and had to be put on a strict died after becoming diabetic. He now gets a small amount of canned cat food in the morning and two small meals of a special brand of Purina dry cat food for diabetic cats.

To say he hates the diet is to understate his feelings entirely, but he now weighs 12 pounds and is much healthier. He supplements his died by catching whatever rodents he can find, gobbling them tail and all.

My Husband and I moved to a new place a year ago. We kept our elderly cat in the shop for several weeks till she got used to the new place. After several weeks we let her out unknowing we were infested with feral cats.

One night our cat was lying out on the lawn and a feral cat came up and chased our cat. She was missing for two weeks and we finally gave up on her. Exactly 3 weeks to the date I went out to the wood shed to get some wood and a cat pounce at me and I was surprised it was our cat come home.

She was skin and bones, her check was badly cut, but she was home. And now we keep her in the shop at night and run the feral cats off if we see them hanging around.

The feral cats will sneak up and eat our cats food when were not looking. They have become a real problem where I live. I called the pound to see if they could do something but since this is a small town they don’t do anything about cats.

So as I set here these feral cats are multiplying twice a year then the kittens that surive have kittens.

I was in the bottom of a deep depression when a coworker mentioned her cat had had kittens. She asked if I would like one and I told her yes however she lived out in the country so she would have to drive the kitten in to town before work the following week.

She was planning a trip that week as well. When she went out to her garage the kittens had been moved by their mother and the coworker could not find them. After returning from her trip she found there had been raccoons in her garage.

We prayed the raccoons did not get to the kittens and were very happy when she found the mama cat and her liter. I was finally able to see a picture of the kittens so I could pick out which one I wanted.

My coworker then found out she was pregnant. Since her and her husband had miscarried before they were very cautious about everything and she did not want to bring the cat into town. She was going to have her husband bring the kitten to me.

When he was able to finally bring me the new litter kitten it was almost a month later. The kitten was 7 weeks old and cute as could be. He was just a little handful of fuzz. I brought him home to my family and we began to litter train it.

We had to go to the store and pick out all the necessities. He would need a liter box and a dish. We got kitten first foods and a container to keep it fresh. The kitten seemed pleased with all his new things but most of all he loved his new toys.

He had a string and a ball with a bell in it. I bought him a kitty hunt that has places for him to lay at different heights and peak out through the holes at me. He may have to grow into that. He tried so hard to get into the higher level.

He jumps and you can see him spring up and then hear his claws scraping desperately at the fabric trying to get his butt up over the edge of the landing.

We did not know what to name him so in the mean time we kept calling him “Tiger.” The name stuck. He is a gray striped tabby cat. I had called him Tiger originally because of the way he pounced at his toys on the floor and stalked my feet under my blankets.

He could tumble and roll for hours with just a string. He would hop over it with his arms stretched wide and crash down into a roll kicking the string high into the air and then racing to his feet to bat it with his paws again.

Since he was striped it seemed to fit his appearance also. He is very playful and spunky. He still has sharp little kitty claws. They are most noticeable when he tried climbing up my legs after I return home. He loves to be held and will sit perched on my shoulder most the day. Since he has moved in he has brought a smile to my face.

My depression has gotten better and I have started to get more done around the house again. It is amazing the effect of little kitten that loves you can have. I take Tiger every where I go in the pocket of my sweatshirt. He seems to enjoy the covert mission to get through the store unnoticed.

If people do notice him however, they smile. It seems to be contagious. He doesn’t seem to mind the car ride either. Some cats will freak out if they are in a vehicle but Tiger just sits in my pocket and doesn’t seem to mind at all.

He also likes to sit on my back and play with my pony tail while I am reading a book on my bed. It’s hard to concentrate when he makes me laugh, but I don’t mind the interruption.

When I am sitting at my desk typing, he loves to catch my finger as they press different keys. I can’t be mad at him though because he is so curious and cute.

I had a cat 20 years ago who was a Siamese named Timmy. He lived a long and happy life and died at age 19. It broke my heart when he died and I went 11 years without having a pet.

Finally, I decided I needed and wanted another cat. I wasn’t sure about what kind I wanted, so I made a trip down to the Lake County Humane Society. There were a lot of nice cats there but none really tugged at my heartstrings. I kept going weekly for around a month.

The day I found my sweet baby is a day I’ll never forget. When I walked in I heard loud cater walling – and I couldn’t mistake that Siamese sound. There she was agitated because she was locked up in a cage.

As soon as the lady let her out and put her in my arms she started purring. I took her home and named her “Merlot” after my favorite wine. Merlot is now 9 years old. She is the smartest cat I’ve ever seen. Her hearing is exceptional-she can hear you open the drawer and get a fork out.

She loves it when I sing to her any old song will do, as long as I’m carrying her around. She brings her favorite cat toy (a mouse) and drops it at your feet so that you’ll throw it. Sometimes I think she’s more dog that cat.

Whenever I lock her out of the bedroom she walks around singing loudly strange sounds, not meows that get louder and louder until I open the door. She’s also very beautiful, as all Siamese cats are.

I read somewhere that Siamese cats are high maintenance and don’t like to be alone. I wouldn’t classify her as high maintenance, but she does love lots and lots of attention and she especially likes to sit on your lap and purr.

I’m so glad that she found her way into my life. I don’t know what I’d do without her. Sorry, I don’t see anyplace on here to upload a picture.

I would say Emma was a very intelligent cat with an adorable personality and shiny short brown fur.
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I loved my cat, Emma. A few years ago I went to a special Siamese cattery to look for the perfect Siamese kitten. I found several beauties, but a silly all brown cat from the Siamese family, kept jumping up and following me around as I was on my search.

Finally I decided to notice her and talked to her and she responded with such love and meowing and purring, and of course rubbing herself up against me at every chance she could get, that how could I not fall in love.

So instead of the kitten, yes, you got it! I decided on Emma. She was the most perfect cat I had ever owned. If you threw a wad of paper she would run and fetch it and bring it back to me and dropped it back on my lap.

I think she thought she was a dog. Speaking of dog, I had a big white boxer at the time and Emma warmed up to her the minute they met. Her name was Sophy, and Sophy was cautious at first and didn’t know what to make of Emma, but as the days went by, they soon became best friends.

In fact Emma would curl up on a sleeping Sophy who was also curled up on the floor too! I would say Emma was a very intelligent cat with an adorable personality and shiny short brown fur. I loved her very much. Emma stayed with us for 9 years before passing on, but she will always remain in my heart. I doubt I’ll ever find another cat quite like Emma.

I was looking to buy a cat for my niece’s birthday, so I looked in the newspaper and answered an ad that was giving kittens away to a good home for free. I called the lady over the phone and arranged to meet her at her home where the kittens were. She told me that her cat had six kittens, which were starting to wreak havoc with all of their “foolery”, and she just had to get rid of them save one.

I looked at them and absolutely fell in love with an all black one with gray stripes. He was so cute, and I knew that my niece would never get this one, so I chose another for her. Of course, my next stop was the pet store where I spent too much money on things my kitten needed, like food, a scratching post, litter box, and some toys for her to play with.

When I got her home, I tried to think of a name for her, and I came up with “whiskers” because it seemed that her whiskers were bigger than her entire head. Over the next few weeks, I began to get a sense of what the woman who gave me the kittens meant by “foolery”.

My Whiskers was getting into all kinds of trouble, jumping and climbing all over the furniture getting her black hairs everywhere. I came home one evening to find that she has toppled my plants on my plant stand, and had made my potted plant her personal hang out.

Nevertheless, I cannot say it was all that bad, she was quite the entertainer, darting from place to place, and curling up next to me in my bed when I was asleep. After kitten hood, I noticed that she was maturing.

She was not into that much trouble as she got older, and preferred to be outside most of the day if the weather was fair. She also loves to sit in the kitchen window in the sunlight, purring contentedly with her tail wrapped around her.

After a hard day, it feels good to come home and be greeted by her “Yowl” when I open the door. I feed her, give her water and she comes to me when I’m unwinding from a hard day and cuddles with me for awhile before going on to do whatever it is she does outside. She is the sweetest, most darling companion I can ask for, and as I type this, she is rubbing up against my leg, wanting to be let out for her evening prowl.

My mom drives a city bus for a living and one day she pulled up to the transit center and a little white kitten was sitting on the sidewalk next to her parking place. She asked the passengers getting on if the kitten belonged to them, but he didn’t seem to belong to anyone.
She did another round and the kitten was still there when she got back to the center. She told the kitten that if he was still there on her next round, she would take him home with her.
Well, sure enough, when she got back the kitten was not only still there, but there was another kitten with him! Mom brought them both home with her. The second kitten, a female, was sickly and very small. None of us thought she would live, but we kept her anyway; she at least deserved a nice place to live out what time she had.
We named the male ‘Pip’ because he such a wide-eyed little orphan of a thing. The female was named ‘Tugger’ after the Rum Tum Tugger from ‘Cats’ because we had just seen it and he was Mom’s favorite character.
Tugger didn’t die as a kitten, as we had expected her to. She lived a few years and had two litters of kittens before we managed to get her spayed. We kept those kittens as well, though we fully intended to give them away.
My family has a soft spot for cats. She got sick and when we had to take her to the vet the next day, as our area doesn’t have an emergency service. By that time, it was too late and she had to be put down. It was heartbreaking and I still miss her.
Pip is still with us, and is probably the sweetest, gentlest cat I have ever known. He loves to snuggle and makes the cutest trilling sound when he gets purring hard. We still have Tug’s kittens as well. Our family was made better the day mom found those two kittens waiting for her bus. It’s like they were meant to be ours.

Katie (full name: Kaitlyn Amber) was the sole survivor of a dumped litter of kittens. She was rescued by a little girl named Amber, hence the honorary middle name. I adopted her shortly before I started college, and she lived with my parents until I was in a situation where I could bring her with me.
She moved in with my husband and I after we bought our house. These days she is 14 years old. She’s a little creaky in the hips, and the goofy old thing likes to be fed at 6AM.
She comes into our room, stands on her hind legs and beats on the closet door to get us up! She’s a spoiled old thing, but she’s very sweet if somewhat stand-off-ish. She likes attention, as long as it is on her terms.
She comes into the bathroom to say good morning to me every morning. During the colder months she sleeps in bed with us, although she usually sleeps on my husband’s side of the bed, as she has learned from experience that I tend to kick in my sleep!

My cat’s name is Jazzy. I call her many names other than Jazzy, such as, Jazzalynn and Jazzabella. Those are just some cute nicknames that I like to call her. Jazzy came into my life on Memorial Day, two years ago.

A co-worker of mine told me that he had some kittens he needed to find homes for because his house had recently burned down. Fortunately, the kittens were not harmed.

Of course, me being an animal lover, especially a cat lover, I decided to adopt one of the kittens. When I got her, she was so scared and very unsure of me. I decided to name her Jazzy because she had this spunky little attitude about her.

Jazzy has a very funny attitude. She gets very skittish at moments. For example, one night I was folding towels and Jazzy was checking out this towel that had shriveled a little bit from the wash.

She was checking it out and when I picked it up to fold and did a flip off of the bed. She also is very loving, especially in the mornings when it’s time for her breakfast or at night when it’s time for her dinner!

Jazzy is a calico and she is very beautiful. I love her different markings and her eyes are caramel shade. I must say that Jazzy is a wonderful pet and I am blessed that she came into my life.

This is memory of my beloved cat Chelsea. I was in college, 2nd year, and one of my classmates told me that there was this kitten at the vets where she worked. The kitten had had some intestinal trouble, and the vet had to do surgery, and the kitten was healing well, but once it healed, it needed a home.
I told her I would go and take a look at her. She was the cutest little fuzz ball I had ever seen. It was love at first site, and I took her home. Well, that little fuzz ball grew into the most gorgeous female calico cat. She had long hair.
She was gold, brown, some tabby in spots, and black. We didn’t get her fixed right away, and she was an indoor-outdoor cat.
For 5 years she roamed her territory and never got pregnant, so we assumed the vet had fixed her when he was fixing her intestines. Well somewhere in that 5th year, we went on a short 2-day trip, leaving food and water out for her. We came back home and the first thing I noticed was a dark brown smudge on the carpet by the front door.
I thought, weird. Then we went looking for her to make sure she was okay after our little absence. At first, we couldn’t find her. My husband looked everywhere, and we called and called her. Nothing.
Finally, my husband found her under my son’s bed, nursing a kitten. One kitten. Boy were we shocked!!! Chelsea was the most loving cat. My kids were little at the time, just babies, and I have a picture of my youngest son picking up her tail in the motion of putting it in his mouth.
She always was careful around the young ones, even though she got her ears pulled and her tail pulled. She never bit or scratched them. Chelsea always defended her yard with the ferocity of a pit bull.
One year a Labrador retriever came into the yard. I watched in awe as she arched her back, hissed, and as the dog didn’t stop coming, she took off, a flying ball of fur, launching herself onto that dog’s back and attaching herself with every claw available to her.
That dog started yipping and running, and that cat rode that dog right out of the yard. Chelsea lived to be 11. Unfortunately she met with foul play from the neighbors. I could never prove it, but I believe they put out antifreeze for her.
Their yard was part of her territory, and she was there before they were. They were young adults who had no regard for life. Anyways, she went into acute renal failure and died within 2 days. She was the love of my life, and I will miss her to my dying day.