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Tuna

There’s a cat on the porch that I feed twice a day. Ten years ago, or so, he was found feral in my yard, un-neutered and injured. I trapped him and had him “fixed” all around, but he needed meds, so I put him downstairs. Alfred hid very well for two years, but I still fed him and cleaned his box. Finally, I trapped him and put him back outside. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again, but now I see him all the time. He lets me pull off ticks and rub his head. Trust… takes time, effort, and tuna.—Joseph A. Dewan 

Mean Streets of Chicago

Live-trapped on the mean streets of Chicago, he had many medical problems that a local animal group took care of. All fixed up, he needed to be domesticized. Many fosters later, he made his way to Milwaukee. He was too much to handle for a young couple there; they put a foster request out. I was smitten—he looked like my childhood cat.  

Meet Sharky. He has lived with us in Richland Center, Wisconsin for three years now and is his mom’s big boy at 21 pounds.—Len Harris 

Love at First Sight

Before my partner and I adopted our cat, Mina, I was studying abroad and feeling a bit lonely living by myself. My partner who was visiting convinced me to adopt a cat. I said, “don’t fall in love with the first cat you see.” When we walked into the local SPCA, guess who was in the first kennel on the right? Mina ran right up to the bars and tried to reach us with her paws. Of all the cats there, she was the most affectionate. A year later, I feel so lucky we fell in love with the first cat we saw.—Ian Carpick

Muffin’s Search Party

We had gotten a new kitten. Everybody loved him. One evening we couldn’t find Muffin anywhere. He didn’t go out alone, so we looked for him in the house, then moved outside. It was getting dark. Still no Muffin.

Neighbours with flashlights joined the search party. I decided to go back in the house one more time. Passing the master bedroom, I saw my husband’s sock drawer was open a few inches. Muffin was blissfully sleeping in a pile of socks, oblivious to everything going on outside. I started to cry, but these were tears of joy!—Anne Pauga

Dinner Time!

When it’s dinner time, I let my cats Olga and François know by shouting out “Who’s hungry?” No matter where they are in the house, when they hear those words, they quickly come running to the kitchen. One night I was getting ready for bed. The two cats were already laying on the bed, so I looked at them and said, “Who’s sleepy?” They both immediately jumped off the bed and ran for the kitchen. This proved that they don’t know English quite as well as I thought they did. Yes, I gave them a snack.—Rand Higbee

The Trouble with Trouble

Trouble was highly intelligent and very full of himself. When a new roommate moved in, Trouble had to investigate items she placed on a shelf. He then proceeded to knock the items off one by one until I grabbed him off the shelf and put him in the bathroom, shutting the door securely. I said, “wouldn’t it be funny if he came walking out?” My roommate replied, “If he does, I will do all the cleaning for a month.”

Two minutes later, Trouble came walking down the hallway, and I swear he had a smirk on his face.—Anonymous

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