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How We Met
Burch - Domestic Shorthair
My Cat's Name:
Burch
Breed:
Domestic Shorthair
Together Since:
January 2015
How I met my adopted cat:
I adopted Burch from the Animal Rescue League. I was supposed to meet another cat that kind of looked like her, but the foster mom didn't show up. This was on a Sunday. I emailed the foster coordinator and told her I was interested in a different cat (This particular foster mom had stood me up once before). I had to wait until the next Saturday to meet the other cat, and I was excited because she would be my first cat ever. She was shy and scared when I met her, but somehow I knew this was to be my cat. Now, almost six months later, she is the most loving and affectionate cat I could have ever found! I knew she needed a forever home, she somehow knew I was a good person. We adopted each other that day. "Those who say money can't buy happiness have never paid an adoption fee." Unknown

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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Audrey    Grants Pass, OR

8/17/2012 11:30:14 PM

Jasper looks just like my cat, Bigfoot. He was left behind to fend for himself when his owners moved. He would sneek into the nursery where my husband worked to find food. The owners wanted to send him to the shelter, but my husband called me and asked if it would be ok to bring him home. There he stayed for the next 16 years. He was the best cat we could have ever asked for. They don't call Maine Coons gentle giants for no reason. Sadly, he died at age 17. We miss him still.

Elizabeth    Half Moon Bay, CA

1/18/2012 1:52:57 PM

I take care of a feral colony, and I was trying to trap a trio of kittens and their mama. One morning I caught a little orange male kitten, and he did something no colony cat has done before or since: he sat down in the trap, looked me in the eye, and started to purr. He walked from the trap to the carrier and curled up inside. He could not have been more pleased to have been caught! When I took him to the vet, he was quite scared but he did not hiss or get frantic--he just snuggled into me and hid his little face. "He's definitely decided you're his mama," said the vet tech with a smile. Well, needless to say, this golden-eyed, sweet boy did not return to the colony--he stayed with me, and his name is Buster. He is six years old now and he is my treasured little buddy.

mikala    grapevine, TX

1/7/2012 5:44:15 PM

thats so sad i read this and started crying p.s im very seccitive

gabrielle    prattvill, AL

11/16/2011 7:39:20 PM

thats a great story

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