Global Rescue Cat Week Day Three (ish)

August 4, 2011

Hi everyone, and welcome to day three of GLOBAL RESCUE CAT WEEK! This week, we’re celebrating…what else? RESCUE CATS!

So, technically it’s day FOUR but the staff is a little behind (figures) so we’re just going to have to call today Day Three. Mkay?

If you want to get in on the fun, send my staff an email with your rescue cat’s story and a photo. Please name your photo files with the cat’s name. Send to: caroline (at) romeothecat (dot) com.

Here are today’s cutie pies:

Monkey crossed over the Rainbow Bridge a week before Christmas last year. I still wanted to share a photo of him because he brought such a joy to my life for 12yrs. I met Monkey while helping groom other Persians with Carolyn Waggoner (Persian Cat Rescue)... I was drawn to him right away, not because I felt sorry for his being blind. He was so much fun to be with. He would follow me thru the house like a small dog, take naps with me, play out back... He did everything a cat with sight could do. I'm happy to share his story!

Kiki is our cat. She was adopted by my son Matthew after the young girl who had her could not keep her any longer. She lived upstairs in my son’s apartment above our shop at first. However, my son knew how much I wanted a cat and could not have one at this time because of my work schedule, so he moved Kiki downstairs to our shop where she stays now. He calls her my vicarious kitty. Kiki is our “guard” cat, although she is apt to lick anyone who comes in and gives her kitty scritches. The customers all love her and ask about her when they come to the shop. She sits on my son’s desk under the lamp, which keeps her warm. She is a real sweetheart and makes my heart happy.

(I love that Kiki makes her staff’s “heart happy”)

Her other kitty Lump had recently passed away at 19 years old, and mom desperately wanted to find a cat who needed her and with whom she could feel a real connection. She went to many shelters and rescues but there at the Burbank Shelter, she walked down the row of cages until she heard me meeooowwww at her. Anyway, mom walked to my cage and I reached out and touched her nose with my giant furry hobbit paw and left it there. She couldn't take it. My pale blue eyes and my big furry paw on her nose and the sweet way I asked her to please please please take me home with her... I had her! She asked about me and they said I wasn't available for another week, and a lot of people were interested! (They also told her I was a girl! - I was gorgeous but all boy! LOL. I guess I was so furry they couldn't tell I was a male!) She asked if she could reserve me. They said no, that she'd just have to come very early the day I was available. So she brought HIM back to meet me the next day. HE liked me too, but I didn't touch his nose. They both spent an anxious week waiting to see if they were going to get to adopt me. They'd named me Annie. Haha... On the big day, mom took the morning off from work and showed up two hours before the shelter opened. There were other people there but none of them were waiting for a cat! They opened the doors and mom ran back - but I was gone! My cage was empty! Her heart sank. She slowly walked up front and asked if I was still there. They said all the cats were up front - but I wasn't. As she was about to leave she walked around the entire facility and saw a nice guy cleaning cages. She asked him if he remembered the beautiful longhair flamepoint blue eyed girl cat who talked a lot. He did and said I was in a different area, something was wrong with my cage and they'd just stuck me in the back! And there I was!! All alone in a small room of empty cages and I jumped and yelped and meowed and purred when I saw my mom! She ran up front and said she foundme and she wanted me! We were both so excited! She couldn't take me home though cause they had to send me to be spayed first. They said she could pick me up from the vet the next day. A few hours later she got a page from the vet's office. "Oh no... " she thought. "Something must be wrong. Leukemia, something else... why is the vet calling me already!?" The vet asked her - "How set were you on adopting a female cat?" Huh? "Because your Annie is a boy and he's already been neutered so you're due a refund." WT?? Mom didn't care - she just wanted me! But she couldn't pick me up till the next day because I'd already been sedated and SHAVED! Can you believe that!? Anyway, it all turned out wonderfully and we've been together ever since.

This is the story of my Steeler, rescued me, by her. The story of Steeler is written by Ingrid King, author/writer of Buckley's Story. I cannot put this story in better words. MY NAME IS STEELER, and I love my mom. I’m not a football fan, and the only reason I occasionally watch the Super Bowl is for the commercials. But this year, I’ll be cheering for the Pittsburgh Steelers, and it’s all because of a tortoiseshell cat named Steeler. The abandoned tortoiseshell cat was found crying at the backdoor of a friend in rural Pennsylvania. She had never had a cat before, and knew nothing about cats. The little cat wanted in, and my friend did not want a cat. When it became colder, and no shelter would take her, my friend decided that any cat that wanted a home that badly could stay. She called her Steeler, because she stole her heart, and because she’s a big Pittsburgh Steeler fan. And because, like all tortoiseshell cats, Steeler proudly wears the gold and black not just on game day, but every day. Steeler became a comfort to my friend’s husband, who was becoming increasingly debilitated from Alzheimer’s. After he was hospitalized, Steeler continued to provide love and support to my friend. As she got to know Steeler better, she also became familiar with what is often referred to as “tortitude,” the distinct and unique personality of tortoiseshell cats. They tend to be strong-willed, a bit hot-tempered, and they can be very possessive of their human. Other words used to describe torties are fiercely independent, feisty and unpredictable. They’re usually very talkative and make their presence and needs known with anything from a hiss to a meow to a strong purr. They can be a little unpredictable, and if they were football players, they’d probably be playing defense. On game day, Steeler watches the games with my friend. And she appears to be turning into somewhat of a lucky charm – after all, the Steelers are going to the Super Bowl. When a Pittsburgh television station asked viewers to post photos of their pets in Steeler gear on their website, my friend posted Steeler’s photo, proudly showing off her team colors, and even wearing a little Steeler hat. As of this writing, Steeler’s photo has received more than 30,000 views. There are plenty of tigers, cougars and wildcats who are team mascots. Perhaps the Pittsburgh Steelers should consider making a feisty tortoiseshell cat named Steller their mascot. So far, she has brought them good luck.

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Marjorie Dawson & Dash Kitten August 6, 2011 at

Thank you for these wonderful stories.they are funny , moving, uplifting and in Lump’s case, totally special, her Mom REALLY wanted her eh?

Ingrid King August 5, 2011 at

Thanks for featuring Steeler, Romeo! It was a pleasure to write her story (originally published on

All the cats and stories are so wonderful. Aren’t we all so very fortunate to share our lives with all these beautiful cats?

Julia Williams August 5, 2011 at

They are all such beautiful souls. I couldn’t imagine life without my rescue babies.

Bernie August 5, 2011 at

I truly appreciate you choosing my Steeler to show on your site. She is a little bundle of happiness to me. Thank you.

Lana August 5, 2011 at

Monkey, What a precious boy. December 18th is a day that will never leave my memory. I was with Monkey when he passed. Such a sad day but I feel very privledged to of held him in my arms. Having worked in the veterinary field for nearly 20 years and not being a real cat person I have never been so touched by such a special little guy and the frienship with his Furkidz Mama. Monkey truly does live on in her heart and others who knew him.

M August 5, 2011 at

Monkey was amazing but he still sleeps w u everynite and lives on in your big heart!

Catcalls August 5, 2011 at

I so love these stories! It’s awesome you get to have your Kiki at work. What a pretty kitty! And that Monkey – what a sweet face.
Poor shaved kitty! At least it all turned for the good!

Sweet Purrfections and Angel Praline August 4, 2011 at

Such wonderful stories. Thank you for sharing.

Mom Paula

Heather August 4, 2011 at

Monkey was to coolest cat I have ever met! I had never met a cat with such character! I enjoyed every minute I hung out with him! I loved his hospitality, laid back attitude, and was always down for good company! Monkey was the Best Friend you always dreamed of having! Miss that guy!

Furkidz' Mama August 4, 2011 at

Thank you for showing my precious boy. It’s still hard to believe he was gone. I’m convinced that he sent little Sophie to me, because he could no longer be here for me.
I love her so much, but it’s still hard having him gone…

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