During the time I volunteered at a local cat rescue organization, I went in one day empty handed and came home not so much so.
This is Miss Daisy, who has been with me for three years. I fell in love with that perfect little gray Persian face the moment I saw her. She’s quite a pistol and likes to drink water right out of the tap, a trick she learned by watching Snoopy. She’s the most talkative.
And here is Katarina, who is two and a half now. She was only eight weeks old when I got her and was supposed to stay with me only for the weekend when the cat shelter was full. She’s the youngest of all my cats, but she’s also the largest at nearly 13 pounds. I like to call her Kata Wee because she’s anything but wee. She likes to lick my nose every chance she gets.
This is what Fufu looked like when I first saw him at the cat shelter, a different one than the one I where I volunteered. This picture almost makes me ill to look at it now. He had gotten outside, was living in the woods all summer and nearly starved to death. Shortly after I adopted him, I had my vet remove a weird bump from his cheek that turned out to be a BB pellet. He was afraid of everything when he first came to live with me, and rightly so.
Well, just look at him now! He’s living it up, fat and happy, and a total glamorpuss! He’s a middle-aged man now, almost eight, but still looks and acts like a teenager. He’s been with me three and a half years. He’s very sweet and nurturing and often washes the other cats whether they need it or not. If I bend my head down near him, he’ll wash my hair, too! Fufu also likes to watch TV.
Last but not least is Snoopy. He got his name because he investigates everything, most of which is not his business. If any weird noises are going on in the house or anything gets knocked over, you can bet he did it! As you can see, he is a very dignified and serious creature.