My husband and I have wanted to start a blog about our animal rescue efforts, as well as just the average days of our permanent furbabies, for a very long time. We will be moving in a few days to a new place where our rescuing will be put on hold for awhile, but I would like to share our last rescue story before the adventure ends.
A little bit about us and how this big, insane, overwhelming enterprise started:
Before my then-boyfriend-now-husband and I moved in together 3 years ago, I had my own cats. I had 2 cats, Pumba and Pookie, who I adopted from a humane society about 4 months apart, and then I was given a kitten for my college graduation, Pippin. When I moved away from my hometown to be with now-husband, I found a very good home for Pippin and my mother took in Pumba and Pookie. Pookie was 15 years old when I adopted her, and at 17, she developed diabetes, got very ill, and had to be put to sleep. I never got to say goodbye, since she was still with my mom.
I moved in with now-husband and his roommate, and the deal with the roommate was no cats, which is why I left them behind. About a month after I moved in, I found a kitten wandering around the stairwell of our building. Roommate said no. A few days later, now-husband was with me and we saw the kitten again, this time wet, dirty, and cold. He took him in and weathered the storm with his roommate about it. This kitten turned into our Dusty, a 15-pound Ragamuffin everyone adores. Months later, we rescued Bobby. Then Kuro. Roommate just about blew a gasket.
We stayed with just those 3 for a few months before we got our own place and took them with. Pumba made the move out here about 8 months later. So far, we have rescued something like 25 cats total (including two pregnant mothers who had kittens with us). We either find homes for them, work with rescue groups to get them adopted, or a few have went to a no-kill shelter. Kuro passed away two weeks after an unfortunate incident with a box, which I'm sure we'll tell the story someday here.
Right now, Dusty, Bobby, and Pumba are our permanent boys. We have rodents as well, most of which were adopted from pet stores (returns, people bringing them when they don't want them anymore, etc.) instead of buying them. We will tell more of our story as time goes on and the mood strikes, but this is good enough groundwork for what I really wanted to talk about today, coming soon in a new post.
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