It was 8 1/2 yrs. ago, a friend of my husband and I had come over for a visit. With her she had this kitten that she was taking care of because it was taken from her mother too soon. She was the cutest little grey calico.

We, my husband and I, already had one 6 month old all black female cat. I sweet talked my husband into letting us take the kitten. Our friend told us what to do with her food and how to train her to use the litter box.

She was so tiny, we kept her in the bathtub with blankets, we were afraid she’d get lost in the house. It took us a quite a few days to come up with her name. I was trying to come up with some cutesy name, but my husband wasn’t having it. more…

This is the story of my cat named Kahlua and how he came to be a part of our family. One day in the month of June over 5 years ago, I was walking to the back entrance to my office and out pops this little tiny black and white kitten about 9 wks old.

Now I had just lost my cat “Perty” to old age and it had been about 6 months since I had a cat. This little kitten almost had the exact same markings as Perty and I had to rescue him.

The crazy thing is that this kitten had apparently held on to this car somewhere in the motor for over a 45 minute drive! I had asked the girl at work who owned the car that Kahlua was found under and she told me that her neighbor’s cat had kittens. more…

In my early teens, my family and I visited our local Humane Society. We were looking for a dog, however my younger brother and I met two kittens that we just fell in love with.

My kitten, a big orange tiger cat, had the coolest, calmest eyes. Bold orange stripes criss-crossed his long lanky frame, and yellow-green eyes peered out from under half closed lids. Tigger became his name, since I was worried that if we named him Tiger, he would begin to pounce with real intent.

Tigger was always into something as a small kitten. He would frequently worm his way under our bathroom door, and join me in the shower. I’ll never forget the day he realized he was too big to fit under the door any longer. more…

I love my cat. She can be the sweetest most loving little creature in the world! She lays by my feet at night and I can hear her purr and it puts me in a wonderful mood.

She is very smart and comes running to me whenever she hears me open the cabinet with her food inside. That cabinet has a certain little squeak that I can barely hear! Her name is Bumpy!

My son names her on the day we got her. He was 5 that day. We heard a knock at the door. One of the neighborhood children had this sweet tiny little kitten in his arms and told us that she didn’t have a home and if we wanted her. I never had a cat before in my life and at one point I was very allergic to cats. more…

My cat’s name is Cricket. He is a small tabby with a lot of energy. How Cricket came to our house is a sad one. My boyfriend’s friend died in a car crash a while back and Cricket was left without a home.

We wanted to get a cat anyways, and we figured that taking him in would have special meaning. A time lapsed between us actually adopting him and his friend’s passing.

He was left outside most of the time and acquired fleas and ear mites. We had to fight the critters pretty hard to get rid of them.

Cricket has seemed a lot happier since he’s not getting bitten all the time. He seems to sleep all day, but gets very hyper active in the evenings and early morning. He’s become our natural alarm clock…one that pounces on your face! more…

Aloysius, the cat, was my loyal companion from November 1986 to January 2006. I found him in a pet store at the local mall. His beautiful solid white coat and mismatched blue and green eyes melted my heart, and I begged my husband to let me take him home.

It took a lot of begging, and it was well worth it. “Wishy” didn’t seem very smart, but he did prove himself to be cunning. Most days I would come home from work to find one of the drawers open in my bedroom chest.

I knew that I had not gone out for the day and left it open, yet it kept happening over and over. It was always the same drawer – the one where I kept my lingerie. more…