adopt a cat from a shelter

Actually, the cat adopted ME. :) My mother, grandmother and I went to a shelter a little after Christmas last year (can’t remember the name of the shelter, but it wasn’t in our city or out of state; I think it was a few counties over from Melbourne, FL).

We went in and were looking at the different cats when this woman came in with one in her arms; we asked her if she was going to adopt the cat and she told us “No, I only work with them, I get them used to being in a home before they’re adopted”. The cat, Munchkin (the name was on her cage already) reached out with a paw and started patting at my arm. (“I want this human!” :) ) I locked eyes with her and CLICK. The bond was made. The shelter worker asked me if I wanted to hold her, I said “Sure!” She passed Munchkin over to me; she just laid back in my arms and started purring. She was purring so loud that you could hear her all over the room. Our decision (mine and Munchkin’s) was already made.

We brought her home and she’s fit right into the family! Munchkin’s not a pet to me, she’s a friend. I’m not sure what breed she is, but knowing a cat’s breed doesn’t matter to me one bit.

I didn’t change the name because it fit her perfectly. I love Munchkin so much; if I had to make that decision all over, I’d pick her again.

I’m adding a photo that I took of her. This goal was well worth completing.

I own a wonderful cat named Zelda – a siamese from the local shelter that had frostbitten ears that are now nubs. I love her to bits!

After getting my own studio apartment last year, the next logical step was to finally accomplish this goal and get a cat.

I was lucky enough to find an amazing, affordable apartment complex that allowed pets, and within two months of moving in I had my own kitty.

He was about 4 months old when I brought him home in November 2007, and has been an awesome companion ever since.

got her from a shelter (animal control, actually) almost exactly four years ago. she was but a wee kitten, and has now grown into a cat with-ahem-attitude. love her.

i am vesserkity’s daughter o it is the same cats and everything

The first kitty I got, died of distemper, it was really hard, but at least she died with me and not in a cage at the pound. Then about 10 months later, I adopted another kitty, and named her Babushka. She is a wonderful playmate for my daughters cat, and she looks like my first cat, Sylvester, that I had for over 18 years.

A week ago I adopted two cats from a shelter—a four year old male and a five year old female. Both of them are incredibly sweet and doing well in their new home. It was definitely worth it, for all of us. :)

I adopted my cat, Demelza, from a shelter in Santa Monica, California. She turned out to be a great companion for many years – she’s still alive, although she doesn’t live with me anymore (she moved in with my mom when we lived abroad and couldn’t take her with us, and when we came back, we thought it would be better for her to leave her where she was comfortable). But it turned out very well for both of us – I felt good about saving her life, and ended up with a lovely companion. And she got a pretty good home (if I do say so myself).

And it has been worth every moment. These cats, especially our little Sam, probably wouldn’t have made it without our care.

It is a big decision. It is like having kids: you have them for life. They get into things they aren’t supposed to, and unlike a child, they can’t understand a word you are saying. But when one curls up on your lap or does something cute, it is so worthwhile.

He’s not actually from a shelter - but I did adopt him out of unpleasant circumstances, so I’m counting it. This woman had a kid, and he was the kid’s kitten. But I guess when he grew into an adult, the kid wanted nothing to do with him - and neither did the kid’s mother. So she put him outside with her two other cats. Which might have been fine, if they didn’t live on a 10-acre farm.

The other two cats have since been killed by wild animals. Apollo here has a big nasty red scab behind his one ear and some blood inside his other from being attacked from something mean a few weeks ago. Poor guy.

The woman’s brother and sister-in-law, who live in another house on the same property, have their own two cats who are very territorial and don’t like Apollo on their turf - so they couldn’t take him in. But they have left food out for him every night since his family ditched him, and put him in the garage on the coldest of nights. I’m glad I could adopt him and give him a safe, warm home with someone to love him - because I’m not sure he’d have lasted much longer out in the woods with the foxes and such.

He’s about 15 lbs., and very, very fluffy. He’s got a mane around his face like a lion’s. He’s got gorgeous coloring and is so so so affectionate. He’s loving having a soft, warm couch to nap on, and not having to share his food with skunks or worse.

I love him already. I hope he’ll like it here.