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A few months after I got Schmoo she got severely dehydrated so we had to take her to the hospital and I had to give her electrolytes by using an IV thing. I hated putting the needle in her back; she hated it.

So does Schmoo.

When we were taking them to the doctors once, Flo's sister escaped from her box thing so we had to stop the car quickly to get her back in.
It must be quite traumatising though for a small cat.

Schmoo hates being in the car. >_>

Neither does Flo.
Flo gets scared of everything though really. She's cute.

I met mine when we were taking care of a neighbor's cat when I was nine and she took off and never came back so when I was ten my mom and dad said I had earned myself a cat so they took me to my uncle's earth house and got a Calico cat and she was the only Calico kitten there was there. I refused to pick any of the other kittens because my dad said we were looking at calicos and getting one, not a tabby one. I still have her but she is back in Montana living at my parents' house again. I don't know if I will ever have her come out here to Portland because she poops and pees all over the place and stops using her litter box after a while and I don't want her doing that in my apartment and I hate to have her locked up all day in the cage or in the bathroom. I don’t trust having her outside here in the city afraid she might get run over.

I got Avalon at the pound. I had to give up my other cat when I moved out of state, because there was no way to transport her so far. A very good friend kept her for me, and then found a new home for her. Anyway, Avalon actually chose me. All the other cats just studied me from their cages, and didn't seem too friendly. When I stopped in front of Avalon's cage, she rolled over and meowed, as if she recognized me. I read the sign on her cage, and it said, "Found on a porch." She was about 8 months old. She was a combination tabby and tortoiseshell with gorgeous green eyes. And she's very vocal. I've had her for two years, and it's like I can't imagine being without her.

I got Avalon at the pound. I had to give up my other cat when I moved out of state, because there was no way to transport her so far. A very good friend kept her for me, and then found a new home for her. Anyway, Avalon actually chose me. All the other cats just studied me from their cages, and didn't seem too friendly. When I stopped in front of Avalon's cage, she rolled over and meowed, as if she recognized me. I read the sign on her cage, and it said, "Found on a porch." She was about 8 months old. She was a combination tabby and tortoiseshell with gorgeous green eyes. And she's very vocal. I've had her for two years, and it's like I can't imagine being without her.

on needles:Berkley is diabetic and I have to give him an insulin shot in the back,each evening while he's eating his dinner.It's not fun,but we've both adapted.

Tallulah:November,1995
My wife had a wonderful Manx cat,in her arms on the day he was born and the day he died 18 years later.They were inseparable.When he was about 10 years old,my wife learned of a Manx kitten at the local animal shelter.We visited that afternoon and the kitten was terribly timid;she cowered and hissed and cowered some more.We knew that she would likely be deemed "unadoptable" and eventually euthanized.So we brought her home.She was actually a somewhat affectionate kitten for the first few months,and she adored the adult cat,but her nature returned and she spent the majority of the next eight years hiding under the bed.Somewhow,through a concerted effort over several months,my wife broke her of her timidity and she is now bright,affectionate,and playful.Usually.

Berkley:October,1996
I visited the local shelter periodicially,thinking that I could at least give the animals a few minutes of friendship,even if I couldn't take them all home with me.I'd done this for years and met many good animals.But I saw Berkley and knew instantly that we were going to be very good friends,felt an immediate bond.I missed him when I left,so I adopted him the next morning.He's been diabetic for nearly two years,and we had a few scary episodes when we weren't sure exactly what kind of help he needed,but we eventually found a good routine and he is happy and healthy again.

Reuben:July,2004
My wife's parents live on a quiet rural road,outside of a small town.Their elderly neighbor walked to the far end of the road one summer day and reported that someone had abandoned a box marked "kittens".My father-in-law investigated,opened the box,and a fuzzy black thing darted away into the woods.The two remaining kittens were terrified.My wife and I so wished to keep them,but we had very little money and one had severe birth defects(it's feet were deformed so it walked on it's elbows/knees).To have any chances of a quality life,it would need a home with plenty of love and money.We couldn't bear to seperate the two and know we'd abandoned "Elbows",so we sadly took them both to the animal shelter.And we felt awful about it.A week later the fuzzy black kitten re-appeared from the woods to eat the neighbor's dog food,and to live under their house.He was so lonely and hungry that we were able to coax him inside after an entire day of food bribery.We took him to the veterinarian the next day,he got a clean bill of health,and he's lived with us since.He's lucky to be alive,and we're lucky to have him here.

when I came home she ran up to me...I was so shocked and happy as I didn't know we got a new cat...she was rescued from a dryier-some kid abbandoned her there and my mom took her just before she was taken away...she's a lovely cat
the other one my brother brought hone and I said she was the devil due to her uber creepy eyes

In 1979, a litter of five kittens who had just lost their mother was adopted by a friend of the family. One of these kittens was my Lynx (tabby) point girl, Samantha. Samantha was my best friend for 20 years.

In 1998, a pregnant cat we named Puffy joined our family. On May 14, 1998, three boys, Peter (tabby and white), Paul (gray tabby), and Prince (Lynx point Siamese) were born. My boys will soon be nine years old.

In 2001, we adopted a colony of feral cats.

My husband got a Christmas bonus and wanted to buy us a kitten. He had heard, on the radio, that the pet store was having a sale on kittens, so we went there. As soon as I walked through the doors, I saw Bella's little face. I knew we had to have her, even though the Persians weren't on sale. I held her and felt an instant connection. We put her back in the cage, while we crunched some numbers, and figured that if each of the kids gave up one of their Christmas presents and we used the bonus, we could get her. Bella also had a nearly identical sister in the cage with her. The pet store worker mistakenly handed me her sister, and I knew immediately that she wasn't the one. There was something not quite as sweet in her face. When we brought her home, the kids were absolutely thrilled! They didn't miss the extra present they gave up at all.