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Rescued Cat here is SOPHIE’S STORY

At a garage sale in a box meowing, came the call.  First it was ignored and later acknowledged.  One look into her eyes and I just melted. That is how I felt when I saw this sweet God-Created creature in a box bigger than what she could climb out of.  But I was afraid to take her, as nine months before, I lost my beautiful “Paulie Paw-Paw” cat that occupied my time and attention and I didn’t want another cat.  He died on my deck resting in the sun by two roaming Pit-Bull mixture dogs, as I tried to help him and couldn’t for fear of being attacked myself.  So the guilt lay for me and I was not in the mental state for any other animal, as his memory still lingered painfully in my mind.

Then these sweet children showed up with a surprise; in the knowing of my horrific loss of my Paulie, and seeing my compassion for this precious kitty that I had so much admired in the large box where all you could see were her big yellow-golden eyes.  “She is for you,” the small boy said.  “No one wanted her at the garage sale, and they were going to throw her away since you didn’t take her.”  I trembled at that wicked thought of disposing an animal just because no one wanted it, and it was too much trouble for them to keep.

She was so tiny.  I guessed her age at 5 weeks, weighing less than 2 pounds.  I picked her up and felt every little bone in her frail and undernourished body.  She meowed and snuggled under my armpit for warmth and fell asleep in the comfort of being held.  So I rescued her from her garage sale box dilemma and thanked the children for bringing her to me.  The children asked if they could return to see her, as they too, felt it wrong how she had been treated.  I praised them for their concern and told them that they were welcomed anytime to visit her.

Sophie is her name.  She came to me from an uncaring situation, only wanting to be needed and cared for and loved.  She had horrible ear mites and fleas, but nothing serious.  She got her yearly exam and is having the time of her life in pursuing every nook and cranny.  She’s grown into a very smart and beautiful cat.  She enjoys her toys and especially her catnip.  She has a playmate now and they are the best of friends, McIntosh is his name.  His situation was nothing like hers and the both of them together can really bring a strange thing to ones face, it’s called a “SMILE.”  I love my Sophie!

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Lucky the Cat by GrantGreetings

Three days ago my husband heard a kitten crying out from underneath our new house, which is not yet finished. As he was working, he heard the cries of a kitten and came and got me to go with him to check it out. It was already dark so we had to get a flashlight. We went underneath the new house knocking down spider webs all the way. As we got to the narrowest end underneath the house we saw three kittens all scattered about. One was moving all around and crying, the other two were still and quiet. Both of them started moving around a little and crying too. They all were very cold seeing how they were just born and still had their umbilical cords attached. I immediately grabbed all three of them up and took them in and put them in a tote with a heat lamp over them. I knew just what to do with newborns from raising puppies for over ten years. So, I let them get good and warm for about an hour and went back to check on them and all three were moving around and crying. So, I warmed up some milk and hand-fed everyone of them. They all ate good, an entire 3 cc’s. I fed them every three hours that first night.
The next morning I noticed that one of them didn’t want to eat. By that afternoon it was gone. But, I tried to look on the bright side; I still had two little ones to save. So, I continued to feed them, make them use the bathroom (which is something the mother usually does) and gave them all the warmth and love that I could.
But, I kept my chin up and kept on trying to save the last kitten. After all, it was the one calling out for our help that we heard that night. I continued to feed it around the clock and played like I was its mommy. It cried a lot knowing that it was the only one left inside that great big warm tote, but it continued to grow stronger standing on all fours and wobbling all around. It had a hearty appetite putting down 7 1/2 cc’s. With a growing belly and an even louder cry it made it through another day.
Now, at three days old, this one little tiny kitten who calls me mommy now, has a real chance of making it. It’s eating, crying, growing and even purring when I hold it close and pet it. If this little one does in fact make it, I plan to name it “Lucky” because it truly is.

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