Meow Monday Q: Do You Own a Cat? What Kind, How Did Find Your Cat - Shelter, Breeder, Stray?

I have three cats; all strays I have adopted. While each one holds a special place in my heart and has it's own amazing story, I would like to focus on the one we like to call "Lucky Kitty. " Here's how he got his name.

Lucky Kitty was the product of a stray female and my ex-landlady's male cat that she basically just kept around for mousing purposes, since she was really a dog-person and didn't care much for cats. Lucky Kitty is a beautiful dark orange and stark white kitty, one of three born to that litter out in her garden. S two siblings quickly succumbed to the landlady's male dog who didn't take kindly to cute, helpless creatures I supposed.So, Lucky soon became the only survivor of that litter.

After a couple of days of being the only survivor, he also endured a brutal attack by the same dog and lay lifeless on the ground. My landlady came out of her house and saw him lying there and tried to wake him, but he was out. He was very near death with shallow breathing and was totally unconscious.

She decided the best thing to do would be to put it out of it's misery, so she tried to wring it's neck (1). Didn't work. Then, she tried to suffocate it (2).

That time it seemed to work and she dug a grave and laid him in the grave, but thought better than to cover him up, just in case he really wasn't dead. The next day, she walked outside and the kitten was gone. She thought perhaps something came up and got the body in the middle of the night.

She was wrong. He had actually revived and crawled out of the grave. Later that day, my hubby walked over to her house and heard some high-pitched squeeking noises and found Lucky lying in the middle of a fire ant mound, covered in fire ants, crying and screaming for dear life.

My hubby quickly picked him up and brushed off the ants (3) and then gave me a call at work to ask if he could bring the cat home. Of couse I said yes. I'm an old softy.

We named him Lucky for having survived that whole ordeal. Little did we know just how lucky this cat was.... Lucky grew up to be a very handsome and very intelligent cat. He's just about the best cat I've ever had.

In addition to the above ordeal, just since he has been with me, he has also been stepped on in the middle of the night by laying right in front of the toilet. I thought he was going to die that night. I freaked out pretty bad.

After stepping on him, he sat up and then collapsed on the floor (4). Luckily, I only squeezed the air out of him and he had no internal damage or broken bones. We now have a night light in the bathroom, by the way.

Also, about a month after that, I found him running around with a sewing needle sticking out of his mouth. (5) Upon pulling the needle out of his mouth, it was followed by about six inches of thread, enough to go all the way down his throat and into his stomach. That is one lucky cat, let me tell ya!

So far, he's used about five of his nine lives, and that's just what we know of. He's just too curious of a cat.In any case, he's been quite the wonderful addition to our home and we hope he will remain a wonderful addition to our home for many years to come. He is currently approximately one year old.

I had many cats. None now due to my asthma. All were "heinz 57" varieties, one came as a stray, the other three came from other people's homes.

They were wonderful and entertaining at times.

Nice question! Well when I first got Sonic and Sylvester, my step-father decided we had to get them while we had out other cat, Morris, at the vet for being sick. My stepfather was playing with them in the cage and liked them so they adopted them both since they couldn't separate the brothers like that.

When I came home from summer camp I was surprised to see 2 new cats in the house...and Morris not liking them. Lol We got Winston next sometime after Morris died. Someone my mother knew at work had a cat that had kittens so she adopted one.

Winston is gray with a stub for a tail- he's part manx. He got Jr. a few years ago from someone my stepfather worked with who couldn't keep him and was being abused. So we adopted him and after spending a few days hiding in a wall, he came out to greet us.

Now he's big and fat. (photos in order: Jr, Sylvester, Winston, Sonic).

We have 2 cat's, both of which are people phoebic. Having just put down our Chrissy (the cat not the kid who is Crissy), the house was quiet and I needed a fur kid to follow me around. I set off on a driving adventure in search for a feline.

Starting at the SPCA in Santa Cruz and sadly ending in Berkley/Oakland area we were unable to find a cat that could draw my heart strings. Along the way my daughter Crissy (the kid) found her love Jasmine (Santa Cruz SPCA), a shy loving cat that her father took home. We continued.

I felt as if Chrissy the cat was calling me to a specific location for the cat she wanted us to have. We sat in the hotel on the internet and posted till hour fingers were numb. We received a call shortly later, after describing what we wanted the woman told us to go to a webpage and look at a 'really bad photo' of a rescue cat.

We did! The cat was found in an alleyway just days old born to a feral mother. We were en route the very next morning!

I walked into the foster families home and visited with this small thin 8 week old cat. The mother told me that she was people phoebic and just loved to be held but not around a lot of people. Not sure I was up for the major care this cat seemed to call for I put her back in the cage and turned to walk away.It was at that moment that she let out a 'meeow' and when I turned to look at her she reached into her bowl and pulled out a kernal of food with her paw and looking at me in the eye... Dropped it on the ground.. then ate it!

My eye's flooded with tears and I told the woman I wanted her! This was the very same way my Chrissy ate her food for 17 years. The next day we brought her home.

It was a hard road. If we had not brought her home that day she would have been put down for she was sick. We discovered she has feline herpes and had to have a stress free lifestyle.

Ironically, being stress free was something Chrissy always tried to teach me, that I could never grasp. Now, I was faced with a wonderful 4-6 inch long haired cat that, for her health, needed to be in a stress free environment, was people phoebic and was deathly scared of the sound of doorbells! It seamed to be more then I could handle!

But turned into more love then I could ever imagine. She sleeps by my side, waits at the window for me to come home, jumps in my arms as I walk in the door, sit at the table and eats dinner with us (only front paws on the table!) and follows me everywhere inside the house. She is still people phoebic so for her safety stays inside only.

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