International Cat Day
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I have one. You can see him in my avatar. It was a picture I had taken of him sitting in my hubby's recliner when we first got him. We got him two summers ago when we found him taking shelter two summers ago underneath the shed behind our house.
We had been having our back deck remodeled and they were putting the final touches on it........painting and staining the deck. My hubby went outside to watch the progress on the deck and that's when he found the cat. So, we started leaving food and water out for him because we felt sorry for him and he slowly began trusting us.
One day, it was my day off, I was fixing to start dinner when I heard some rumbles of thunder off in the distance. So I went out side to get him and put him in the garage instead. I figured it was better to have a live kitty in the garage than a drowned kitty underneath our shed (we still had our dog then so I couldn't put the cat anywhere but in the garage 'cause I didn't know how the two would react around each other). Once inside, I texted my hubby to not open the garage door when he arrived home because the cat was in there and I even locked the garage door in place to be safe.
Long story short, we were able to bring the cat all the way inside the house and we were able to introduce the dog and the cat to each other. They lived peacefully together until our dog passed away a few months later. Now we just have the cat who is an indoor cat only.
We had been having our back deck remodeled and they were putting the final touches on it........painting and staining the deck. My hubby went outside to watch the progress on the deck and that's when he found the cat. So, we started leaving food and water out for him because we felt sorry for him and he slowly began trusting us.
One day, it was my day off, I was fixing to start dinner when I heard some rumbles of thunder off in the distance. So I went out side to get him and put him in the garage instead. I figured it was better to have a live kitty in the garage than a drowned kitty underneath our shed (we still had our dog then so I couldn't put the cat anywhere but in the garage 'cause I didn't know how the two would react around each other). Once inside, I texted my hubby to not open the garage door when he arrived home because the cat was in there and I even locked the garage door in place to be safe.
Long story short, we were able to bring the cat all the way inside the house and we were able to introduce the dog and the cat to each other. They lived peacefully together until our dog passed away a few months later. Now we just have the cat who is an indoor cat only.
I'm so glad you have the cat indoors all the time. Where I live there are a lot of cats roaming around and they get into fights a lot. It's awful to hear them as they try to protect their territories.
Where I live, there are several people that have dogs and some of them don't exactly stay on their own property. So, I keep my cat indoors so that he doesn't have to worry about dealing with all the neighborhood dogs.
Aww, yay, cat day! Cats are amazing! I miss mine so very much. I'm not in a position to take on any more at the moment, but when I am I would love another fur baby in my life. I miss the companionship.
Cats are my favorite animals! Sadly we lost our cat Gizmo this year, but last year we got a kitten and his name is Mochi! He's a year old now. Here's a picture of him:
Krissycakes09
Madly Diligent
Such a CUTE kitty! 😍Cats are my favorite animals! Sadly we lost our cat Gizmo this year, but last year we got a kitten and his name is Mochi! He's a year old now. Here's a picture of him:
guyyanthony
Paragon
Okay okay, wait this is actually a day called international cat day? Why didn't i know this previously haha
I have one cat! We have an adoption center at my work, and we all like to go in and look at the cats they have in there at the time and just give them a little love and attention. There was a cat there named Dolly, who was there for several months, but no one was really interested in her because she mostly hid and didn't really come out much. She would usually come out at night, and I remember one night, she was out and let me pet her through the bars of the kennel with no issues. When I'd mentioned it to the group that runs the center (technically, it belongs to the store and they follow our policies for the upkeep and everything, but they handle the adoptions and care of the cats), they were surprised but also glad she was coming out of her shell a little. At the time, I was still in an apartment with a no pet policy (despite having birds and fish and a leopard gecko lol), but I was in the process of buying a house and told myself if she was still available by the time we got the house and moved in and everything, I'd adopt her. Most cats housed in the center tend to go pretty quickly, usually within a month or so, so I wasn't getting my hopes up on being able to adopt her.
Fast forward a few months, we've finalized the house purchase, and we stay in the apartment an extra month. It was the end of June, and by the time we'd done the closing process, it was just easier to pay July's rent and take the time to move in instead of rushing it and trying to do everything in 2 days. The whole process was a hot mess (on the seller's side, not us), and we didn't go to closing until the day before my birthday, so it was a little difficult to plan. Dolly was still in the adoption center at this time. So I'm just casually watching, going in and saying hi to all the cats as I usually do, and just kinda hoping Dolly doesn't get adopted while simultaneously hoping she does because at this point, she's been in there for longer than average (I think it was about 3 or 4 months at this point, I forget exactly how long) and while I want to be the one to take her home, I was also willing to accept I might not be able to get her. End of July rolls around, and we take time off work to finish moving. We go into my work the day after moving into the house to rent a carpet cleaner to try and clean up the carpet as best we can in the apartment and just do some other last minute cleaning before handing over the keys. It's a Sunday, so the adoption group is there to facilitate adoptions and give the cats some extra out of kennel time. My mom and I go in and look at the cats, and Dolly's still there. We go in and look at her, and one of the volunteers is talking to us and telling us about the cat, who turns out to have some urinary issues that they haven't been able to determine the cause of because the vet wanted a sample, and they just hadn't been able to get one. (It was described to us as "leaking," but it has largely stopped in the two years we've had her, other than when she's stressed, so we've determined that's been the cause of it as she came from a high stress environment into an environment where her largest problems are not having food on her plate at the exact second she wants it and not being able to eat what we eat all the time. The volunteer we spoke with also suggested it could be stress as she came from a high stress environment and the adoption center is also a high stress environment.) I have my heart set on getting a cat because I'd said I wanted one for my birthday if we moved into a house in time, and while it was also determined it would be a belated birthday cat, I was set on getting a cat. My mom also likes the cat, and the volunteer says we could take her home right then and there (after all the paperwork and paying the adoption fee). Of course, we decline because we'd just moved into the house and were still tying up loose ends with the apartment with the last minute cleaning, and it's determined all around that it's not ideal at that exact second, but I'm still wanting this cat because she's still there. The volunteer we were talking to (who is one of the ones I know quite well because we've interacted quite a bit from working in the same building; she's in charge of the cleaning and training the additional volunteers they have to help with it on other days) says they typically do 24 hour holds, but that they could hold the cat until Tuesday (my next day off, so effectively 48 hours) since no one's really shown interest in the cat in the time they've had her and because I work at the store. We agree, and we fill out the card to hold her until Tuesday.
Fast forward to Tuesday and we go back to meet with the gentleman in charge of the whole show and usually facilitates the adoptions (who I also know quite well from my time of working at the store and is a great person who has regularly brought in treats on Saturdays for us all to share), and he goes over everything (including the information about the cat's urinary issues we'd discussed on Sunday with the other volunteer), has me fill out the paperwork (not that he's overly worried about it because he knows me lol), and he grabs a carrier to put together to put the cat in while I go buy all the other necessities. We get to keep the carrier (even though I told him I was willing to bring it back the next time I worked, but he insisted it was okay because they have a whole bunch anyways and it's not like we won't end up with more to give to them lol, which was fair), and I'm going to give him the adoption fee ($40 as the previous owner who surrendered the cat donated $60 towards the fee), but he tells me to keep the money as he's not overly concerned about it because she's a 10 year old cat who's been there for several months already and they're really just glad that she's going to a good home, so I end up getting the cat for free too.
Two years later, she's a very happy kitty that enjoys the most expensive cat foods I don't get 50% off on, trying to get into my food, getting spicy when someone sits on her couch, and laying in very inconvenient places, then getting spicy when she has to move. Very spoiled cat who gets her way most of the time and gets the world because she deserves it. ♥
Fast forward a few months, we've finalized the house purchase, and we stay in the apartment an extra month. It was the end of June, and by the time we'd done the closing process, it was just easier to pay July's rent and take the time to move in instead of rushing it and trying to do everything in 2 days. The whole process was a hot mess (on the seller's side, not us), and we didn't go to closing until the day before my birthday, so it was a little difficult to plan. Dolly was still in the adoption center at this time. So I'm just casually watching, going in and saying hi to all the cats as I usually do, and just kinda hoping Dolly doesn't get adopted while simultaneously hoping she does because at this point, she's been in there for longer than average (I think it was about 3 or 4 months at this point, I forget exactly how long) and while I want to be the one to take her home, I was also willing to accept I might not be able to get her. End of July rolls around, and we take time off work to finish moving. We go into my work the day after moving into the house to rent a carpet cleaner to try and clean up the carpet as best we can in the apartment and just do some other last minute cleaning before handing over the keys. It's a Sunday, so the adoption group is there to facilitate adoptions and give the cats some extra out of kennel time. My mom and I go in and look at the cats, and Dolly's still there. We go in and look at her, and one of the volunteers is talking to us and telling us about the cat, who turns out to have some urinary issues that they haven't been able to determine the cause of because the vet wanted a sample, and they just hadn't been able to get one. (It was described to us as "leaking," but it has largely stopped in the two years we've had her, other than when she's stressed, so we've determined that's been the cause of it as she came from a high stress environment into an environment where her largest problems are not having food on her plate at the exact second she wants it and not being able to eat what we eat all the time. The volunteer we spoke with also suggested it could be stress as she came from a high stress environment and the adoption center is also a high stress environment.) I have my heart set on getting a cat because I'd said I wanted one for my birthday if we moved into a house in time, and while it was also determined it would be a belated birthday cat, I was set on getting a cat. My mom also likes the cat, and the volunteer says we could take her home right then and there (after all the paperwork and paying the adoption fee). Of course, we decline because we'd just moved into the house and were still tying up loose ends with the apartment with the last minute cleaning, and it's determined all around that it's not ideal at that exact second, but I'm still wanting this cat because she's still there. The volunteer we were talking to (who is one of the ones I know quite well because we've interacted quite a bit from working in the same building; she's in charge of the cleaning and training the additional volunteers they have to help with it on other days) says they typically do 24 hour holds, but that they could hold the cat until Tuesday (my next day off, so effectively 48 hours) since no one's really shown interest in the cat in the time they've had her and because I work at the store. We agree, and we fill out the card to hold her until Tuesday.
Fast forward to Tuesday and we go back to meet with the gentleman in charge of the whole show and usually facilitates the adoptions (who I also know quite well from my time of working at the store and is a great person who has regularly brought in treats on Saturdays for us all to share), and he goes over everything (including the information about the cat's urinary issues we'd discussed on Sunday with the other volunteer), has me fill out the paperwork (not that he's overly worried about it because he knows me lol), and he grabs a carrier to put together to put the cat in while I go buy all the other necessities. We get to keep the carrier (even though I told him I was willing to bring it back the next time I worked, but he insisted it was okay because they have a whole bunch anyways and it's not like we won't end up with more to give to them lol, which was fair), and I'm going to give him the adoption fee ($40 as the previous owner who surrendered the cat donated $60 towards the fee), but he tells me to keep the money as he's not overly concerned about it because she's a 10 year old cat who's been there for several months already and they're really just glad that she's going to a good home, so I end up getting the cat for free too.
Two years later, she's a very happy kitty that enjoys the most expensive cat foods I don't get 50% off on, trying to get into my food, getting spicy when someone sits on her couch, and laying in very inconvenient places, then getting spicy when she has to move. Very spoiled cat who gets her way most of the time and gets the world because she deserves it. ♥
Krissycakes09
Madly Diligent
Saw this on facebook and thought it was perfect for cat day.
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I have one rescue cat and she's a Maine Coon.
Clearly that was meant to be. That's awesome!
We've got two cats. One is a black and white long haired cat (Oliver), and the other is a red short haired cat (Nala). I'm not sure what breed Oliver is, but I know Nala is a tabby. We only planned to get one cat, and that was Oliver. We saw a post of someone trying to find a home for him on Facebook, and we got him soon after we moved into our current home. Nala came like a year later. She was randomly given to my girlfriend as a gift, which I was not too happy about at the time. Nala turned into an amazing cat though. She's far more active than Oliver, and she's the boss at our house. Our dog is absolutely terrified of her.
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