rescue a stray cat(s)

A year an a half ago I was driving over a little bridge. Six little kitty cats were running around by the side of the road. All of them were very wild and lived by the creek. A friend and I managed to get several of them to the humane society and the only one that would even let you touch it I kept. She would purr louder than any cat I have ever met. You could here her from the other room. All you had to do was look at her and she would purr. Thus her name: Purrsia. This is a photo of Purrsia with Aries, her big tough alpha male Godfather.

I have rescued two stray cats. The first one Tigger had been hanging around my door for awhile and I had been feeding him. Then one day I noticed he was limping, so I took him to the vet, and got him all better. The poor thing was cover in mats, had a bad tooth, and his leg had swelled up. I got all this taken care of and he has lived happily with me ever since.

Mew Mew always seemed ok, she would stand at my window and meow for food every day. When I moved, I was not going to leave her behind to fend for herself, so she came with me.