Monday QOTD: Tell us about your pets.
Our black cat has pretty much always been our favorite (don't tell the others!),
Trixie- now the oldest, about 12. She was about 6 weeks old and made the mistake of kissing me through her bars at the pound.
Mowgli-- my favorite, very smart, affectionate he and Mickey were on the euthanasia table at the pound at about 5 weeks so I was called and asked if I could foster them. It's been a long stretch of fostering- 8 years.
Mickey. Grumpy, hates his brother hang's in my sons room.
Ringo- he is Odie incarnate. (not very bright) He was sick and getting sicker each time I saw him at the shelter, I finally adopted him because he was sneezing blood. Some meds, he was just fine. He was about 6 months old when we got him.
Kiara- goofy calico-- what more can I say? She was also from the pound.
Ricky and Lucy- feral brother and sister. Wickedly awesomely feral took me months to have much physical contact. They are both very skittery but Ricky is a big sweet lug and Lucy likes being petted. Ricky was always very cute 'protecting' his sister from us lol, they still are always near each other.
Jack. Captain Jack if you will. Another feral we trapped at my husbands work. He wasn't as tough but wanted to call him Bela (Lugosi) when we got him because of all the hissing. He is very sweet but spends most of his time outside.
Snowy. Was his day to be euth'd so I took him. From what the animal control officers said he had been abandoned and was starving and completely matted when they were called about him. They put so much work into him- it seemed a waste to just have him die. Plus he was such a beauty and very affectionate.
Harvey. Someone posted him on craigs list saying they found him in a field and couldn't take care of him as he was bottle feeding. He is probably the general favorite right now. He is a clown- very well intentioned but with a demon in him.
Katrina- she's our Halloween kitty found on Halloween the year Katrina hit. she had just given up we think when my husband found her warming herself in front of the pop machine in their smoking area outside. She was about 4 months old the vet said, starved to the point where she couldn't stand and had a hole in her paw the vet could shoot alcohol straight through. Wish we knew how she got that way as she really didn't seem feral. Just dumped probably. Very very loving.
Dorothy. Sometimes known as fi fi... She was by far my saddest case. She was taken from a homeless animal horder that lived in a van with 27 cats, a dog and a few ferrets. Cats had been seized from this person before and he was left with 5 I believe with a promise to fix them all. Well he didn't and these poor cats were obviously all related. There were many deformities (also due to nutritional deficiencies as well I'm sure) They were also living stacked up in carriers on top of each other, with the back of the van being used as a litterbox. Poor old Fi couldn't even walk right when we first got her, she'd slink low to the ground and bump into things. Then as she caught on it was really cute, she would high step like a Russian soldier

Many of the cats were euthanized as they had so many problems and were poorly socialized and no introduction to the litterbox but Dorothy was one of the lucky ones. I actually promised my friend who founded the rescue org I was working at (the thrift shop) I would adopt her if no one else would. She really has had no health issues just nails that grow really long, into her foot pads if I don't remember to clip them once a month or so and she's always been pretty thin. Sweetie pie though, kinda daft lol. We keep her inside mostly. She's snowy's bud.
China. She was a stray kitten that someone found and brought to the thift shop. They didn't take cats from the public though, just from the pound so I had them take her to a pet supply place that took rescues sometimes and put them up for adoption. Visiting her she grew on me...
Well you've seen pictures of Daisy and Ginny so that wraps it up ;-)