Stray tabby dangerously wanders into a dog pen
(Vadnais Heights, MN)
Cookie from Minnesota
This stray tabby was barely four months old when she somehow wandered in my parent's fenced-in backyard where three large dogs lived.
My Dad was first alerted by some barking and growling. When he went out to see what the commotion was he found a little cat motionless and lying under one of his hounds. To his relief he saw that the poor cat was alive and amazingly unharmed. She apparently had been very still and was making crying noises during the attack. I wonder if this saved her life?
The next day or so, my girlfriend and I adopted the tabby and named her, Cookie. She had been with us for eight years now.
My Best Friend: Berlioz.
I was walking by a pet store one day and decided to go and have a look inside (with no intentions of getting a cat). When I looked down into a cage containing 3 kittens, the small gray one caught my eye.
He reminded me so much of Berlioz from the Disney cartoon "The Aristocats"(one of my favorite movies), that I HAD to bring him home! :)
(British Columbia, Canada)
Well last June my moms cat had kittens and I came home after a trip that same day of the birth.
Looking down at the five of them a frisky black one just wouldn't stop kicking and pushing the other ones. After picking up all of them when it came to her she was silent and didn't meow at all.
Weeks went by and her stripes appeared and remained the most relaxed of all falling asleep on me. I had to not become attached so i stopped visiting her so often. Also, I never liked tabbies very much convinced they were just common and didn't have the personality I wanted. I was wrong. Dina(named after the kitten in Alice in Wonderland) was just what I needed.
I took her in she is so sweet and beautiful. I believe that cats come to you when you need them. They find you and you can't just pick a random one, it will stand out.
The right cat
I got my fantastic feline from the Dakin Animal Shelter in Leverett, Massachusetts. As soon as I walked in the door, I was enchanted.
I immediately picked up a ginger and white tom named Buttons. He was cute, but not quite right. I went next to a Korat type she-cat named Old Blue. Again, not quite right. Next, a British Shorthair tom named Joe-Joe. Uh uh.
Finally, my mom called me over to one of the other cages. There, clinging to the wire mesh of the front of the cage, was a little black kitten, whose ears were bigger then her head. Her name was Maya. I ended up getting her, and we renamed her Jet Rosette in honor of her fur and her speed.
We've had her for about two and a half years, and we hope to have many happy more.