When it comes to animals I am a push over. Give me a good sob story about how fido was treated cruelly and I will bend over backwards to help. This could be why I have had over 22 pets (not all were dogs or cats) in my life time. That is almost one pet per year! Some grew old and died, some found other homes, and some are still around. Only two had the bad luck to meet unfortunate ends.
Of our current brood all five cats are rescues.
Miss Kitty was to be put down by an owner that no longer wanted her. He was a lawyer. Figures.
Clio is a second generation rescue. She was not the actual rescue, her father was. Evil children were shooting a BB gun at him when we cam upon them. They deserved a sound trouncing but instead we shamed them into the ground.
Eris was living under some train tracks and being bullied by a very large tom cat. She was so nervous that we had to leave a trail of food into our apartment and shut the door behind her quickly.
Pickles was tossed from home to home as owners decided she was not wanted for one reason or another. We decided to be her last stop.
Squeaky is Mom's cat but J and I are the ones who brought him to her attention. He is a very sickly baby and needs lots of Vet TLC. He has outlived the predictions of every vet he has ever seen.
About 2 weeks ago we took in a black lab mix to re-home. He was given away by family 1 for being too big. Family 2 beat him and on two of those occasions in the front yard with witnesses. The cops took him away and were headed for the local shelter when we intercepted him. He was too traumatized to do well in a shelter. I am glad to say he has been doing fantastic and is going to a wonderful new home today!
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