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Intake :1776 ~ Returned to colonies/barns:1115~ Adopted:659
Every day for the next 12 days we're sharing with you "The Twelve Saves of Christmas" - stories of kitties whose lives have been impacted by Paws Patrol. Your donation helps us make a difference for many more kitties in our community!
The Twelve Saves of Christmas
Day 12 - Valerie
I'm a truly lucky little girl but had it not been for the nice people of Paws Patrol I wouldn't even be here to tell my story. When they trapped my mom, they realized she had had kittens. I was found, wrapped in the umbilical cord with my siblings, and that cord had shut off the circulation of one of my hind legs. I was too young for total surgery but had part of my leg removed and then, later, removal of the rest of the leg.
A Paws Patrol foster family took me in, and then one day another playing kitty ran up onto the cat tree where I was sitting. It fell over and I had a concussion. If you don't think that is enough, now I need my teeth worked on because of stomatitis. I'm so fortunate to have a Paws Patrol family who loves and cares for me and an organization who is willing to take care of all my physical needs.
Paws Patrol is a non-profit organization whose primary function is to trap, neuter and return feral cats to their colonies. They depend on donations to keep their operation going. They also depend on foster families to care for tame cats and kittens until they can be adopted to loving families. There are times, such as in my case, where they must go far above and beyond the normal cost of cat maintenance.
Day 11 - Kelly
I was abandoned in a horse stall, and contracted the Herpes virus. Since I was malnourished, the virus ravaged my eyes to the point that the eyeballs were destroyed. Then I got lucky: A very nice young lady named Brandy found me and contacted a Paws Patrol volunteer, Angie, who discussed my problems with Paws Patrol. Paws Patrol agreed to have me evaluated and see if they could help me. After a vet check, it became apparent I had multiple issues. Besides my eyesight, I had Cryptorchidism and tested FIV positive. It didn't look very good for me.
Paws Patrol took me in to determine what the best interests for me would be, and in the interim I showed such spirit and determination and absolute affection for anyone who saw and touched me, that Paws realized that they had to give me their very best effort.
The Paws Patrol volunteer named me Kelly. I was neutered, and had an eye exam by a very special vet in Tucson. I will never see again, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying life. I love to be held, I love to play with toys, and I love exploring my foster home. In short, I am a perfectly normal cat.
There are two valuable lessons to be taken from this: First, never give up, better days may be just around the corner. Second, "Thanks" must go to people like Brandi who cared enough to get me the help I needed. I would not be alive and thriving if not for people who take the time to make a difference. I am thankful that Paws Patrol felt that I was worth saving. I am very happy at my foster home but I am looking for a “forever” home.
Please support Paws Patrol in the efforts to save and care for hurt and suffering animals. I love you, Paws Patrol!!!
Day 10 - Dutchie
No one knows my early history but someone must have loved me very much because they fed me well and had me neutered. But somehow, I ended up outside and I found a home with a doggie door and that was heaven on earth! So I spent the next six months as an indoor/outdoor kitty with a nice couple. They treated me well and I loved my freedom. I was the only pet and that suited me just fine. My new family named me Dutch, although I prefer Dutchie, so that is what they called me.
One night, I was outside and I met some critter who did not like me. Now, I’m a good fighter and since I weigh 17 pounds, I can really throw my weight around. (My folks fed me nice cat food, but also pizza and potato chips…yummy!) Well, we got into a fight and I came home the next morning and I didn’t feel well. I had trouble climbing the stairs and I couldn’t jump up on my normal places. My folks took me to the vet who noticed an abrasion under one eye and a good sized puncture wound on my side. And it really hurt when she touched my ribs. My new folks couldn’t afford to pay for my care and they didn’t feel comfortable caring for my injuries, so the vet said they would see if Paws Patrol could find me a home.
For the next few days, I stayed in the animal hospital and had all sorts of tests. The vet told me I must have had an older injury, too. Although the current cuts would heal quickly, I also had a broken rib and 2 other injured ribs. If only I could speak “human”, I could tell them what happened to me. At any rate, I learned it isn’t safe for a handsome male like me to be outside. Anyway, after fixing me up and giving me some yucky medicine for the pain, a Paws Patrol lady came to pick me up and take me to her house. There I got pampered and even learned to be nice to most kitties, except really dominant males (they need to learn I am the boss!), and behaved dogs.
I spent a month in my foster home and now I am ready for a permanent home and I hope to find it soon. I heard that cats have 9 lives so I’m working on my 2nd or 3rd. I’m only 2-3 years old and I have a lot of living to do.
Please support the work Paws Patrol does so they can continue to provide medical care and homes for great felines like me.
Day 9 - Miles
I was trapped in a cat colony in Nogales and supposed to be neutered and returned to the colony. After the Paws Patrol folks got a good look at me in the trap, they noticed it looked like I was blind, or at least I couldn’t open my eyes. I also looked very thin and my feet were HUGE! But they immediately fell in love with my beautiful, thick, Lynx point Siamese fur.
The next day I was at the vet to be evaluated. That is when we learned I have something called entropian, which means my eye lashes were rubbing against my corneas, so it was more comfortable not to open my eyes. The vet said I had to gain weight before I could have surgery to fix my eyes so for a couple of weeks, I dined like a kingundefinedcan food any time I wanted, dry food in between, and of course, snacks. I was really pampered - brushed, cuddled, petted and loved - for the first time in ages, and very grateful to be inside and safe.. I am only 2-3 years old so I’m still a kitten at heart and I love to “kill” my toys. But with my humans, I am gentle.
My eye problems were not my only issue. I also tested positive for FIV, Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. Now that isn’t all bad. It’s not easy to spread to other cats as long as we don’t bite each other, and I can still have a long life. My forever family will just need to watch me for any signs of infection and particularly watch my teeth for signs of dental disease.
Now, back to my eyes. After I was fattened up, my vet performed two surgeries which now lets me see my world without pain. My eyes are a little sensitive to light and drafts but now I can see birds out the window, toys on the floor and dogs coming towards me!
There are only two things in my life now that need to be fixed: I need a home of my own with people to love me AND I gained a little too much weight so I need a human to exercise with me. Please consider adding me to your family. I promise to be the best kitty you could ask for.
Oh, and one last request, particularly during this holiday season, please remember Paws Patrol and all the great work they do. They went above and beyond with me and I know they do that with any kitty they get. We felines are very lucky to have these humans as our friends, but they need donations to continue to make us well. Thank you from a very grateful (and handsome, if I do say so) cat.
Day 8 - OC
I have had quite a life over the past 12 years, but let’s start with what has happened since January 2012. I don’t remember where I was before then but I showed up at a nice lady’s house in Green Valley, AZ with my front legs bleeding and badly cut. I was afraid to let her get too close to me but I needed help, and she fed me and let me stay on her patio. I could tell she liked me and soon she contacted Paws Patrol to see if they would help get my legs fixed.
The vet said it looked like my legs had been caught in a leg-hold trap and they were cut to the bone. But to make matters worse, I am an FELV positive kitty, meaning I am immune compromised. So, my wounds would not heal.
Over the next several months Paws Patrol and the nice lady tried many things to help me heal. My legs bled a lot, then would scab over but the scabs always came off. I got special food and lots of attention, but I had to stay outside since the nice lady had indoor cats who did not have FELV. I enjoyed our time together and we went for walks and had playful times on the patio.
One day, things changed. The lady got sick and went to the hospital. At first, a Paws Patrol volunteer came to see me a couple of times a day and fed me. Finally, she put me in the car and took me to her house, my new home. I got to live in an indoor room away from her cats and eventually, I moved to the screened room. The vet decided to try stretching the skin on my legs and stitching them. Like a miracle, in just two surgeries, my wounds were covered. It took a while for my legs to heal but I felt great! My new family spoiled me while I was recuperating. Some of my hair didn’t grow back but I don’t mind! Just recently, another FELV kitty came to live with me and I love protecting him and having a kitty friend.
Now I really want you to hear my story and know that the only reason I am alive to tell it is because of Paws Patrol. Most people would not have gone to the great lengths they have to keep me alive and give me a quality life. I am very happy and I love my family, but Paws Patrol needs your donations to be able to continue to do this great work. Please give generously so that other injured cats can live.
Day 7 - Hank
I am a very lucky dude. My foster mom says I have guardian angels, although I’m not really sure what that means. Here is my story, then you can decide. Early in December 2012, I was crossing the street and day dreaming about the birds, when much to my surprise, a car hit me…ZAP! And while I was trying to figure out what happened, a lady scooped me up, put me in a car and off we went to the emergency vet. The lady was very sorry I was injured but she couldn’t afford to have the vet “put me back together”. I was close to joining those “angels” I hear about. But the nice vet thought I was a good cat and she wanted to find me a home. So the first call she made was to Paws Patrol.
For the next few days, I stayed at the hospital and that was not fun. I got shots, medicine, neutered (was that REALLY necessary?) and had my broken jaw wired. But then I got to go to a foster home. I had to stay in a large kennel until I got better, and after all I had been through, I was a little wary of my new surroundings. But soon I discovered it was ok. I had a comfortable bed and I was fed by hand, like the prince that I am in my Tuxedo. And after 6 weeks, I got out into the room with other nice cats. But my ordeal wasn’t yet over. I had a couple broken teeth which had to come out when the wire was removed…but at least I could feed myself.
So, here it is a year later and I am waiting for someone to adopt me as their own special kitty. I love to be brushed, and I love to eat. I don’t mind another cat or two as long as they are not dominant males because that is scary. And I’m not too sure about dogs. I have learned a big lesson from my ordeal: Being inside is the only place for a cat. Life is safe, people love me, and I don’t have to hunt for food.
Do you think I have guardian angels watching over me? I am just over two years old so I must have kept them very busy. Now I would like your help. Paws Patrol has saved my life and they can help other kitties, too, but they need donations to help with all the vet bills. Would you please help them so more of we felines can have longer lives? The volunteers at Paws Patrol must be those guardian angels I hear about.
Day 6 - Sonny & Cher
Hi, I’m Cher. My siblings and I were born in a heating duct in a vacant house. Mom found this safe place for us by entering through a hole in the roof. We were warm and comfortable there and mom was taking good care of us; but one day, when we were about two weeks old, we heard noise on the roof. Mom went to check out the situation. There were work crews repairing the roof. Mom didn’t think it was safe for us to stay there any longer so she started moving my brothers and sisters to a safer place. Before she could get us out, however, the work crew sealed up the hole in the roof and we were trapped inside. It was very dark and lonely there and we were hungry. Two days later, a real estate agent was showing the house. I heard people taking so we started meowing as loud as we could. A nice man opened the duct work in the kitchen ceiling and pulled us out. He called Paws Patrol and they came to our rescue.
Paws Patrol found a foster home for us to live in. Our foster parents were very kind to us. They named my brother, Sonny, and me, Cher. They bottle fed us, medicated us for respiratory infections and eye infections, cuddled us, talked to us and played with us. They taught us how to eat from the bowl, drink water and use the kitty litter. They were our mommy and daddy and we loved them!!!
A few months later, mommy and daddy start telling us about “forever” homes where you live with a family and they keep you and love you “forever”. Soon some new families came to see us. Sonny was the first to go to his “forever” home. He now lives with a photographer, who takes good care of himundefinedand also lots of pictures!! A young lab tech that worked at the vet’s office took me home with her. She is wonderful! She loves me, plays with me and tells me that I am her “forever” cat. I am a very happy kitty.
It’s thanks to your generosity that Paws Patrol was able to be there for me and Sonny and the many other sick, hurting and abandoned animals in need of TLC and a new chance at life. Thank you so much for your donations and support to Paws Patrol!
Day 5 - Mommy Cat - AKA Fluffy
It was during the blazing heat of summer when a new family moved into the cozy Santa Fe style house on the dead end street where I had been living. My old family had moved away and left me and my kittens behind. I decided to check out the new residents. A lady was sitting on the patio drinking a glass of tea, a man was working in the yard. As my babies romped and played in the thick green grass around the man’s feet, I walked up to the lady. She was very friendly but she seemed concerned about me. I was skinny, my hair was brittle and I had a bad mammary infection. She gave me and my babies some food and the man fixed a bed and shelter for us on the patio. A few days later the previous owners came back and took my kittens, but they left me behind. The nice lady was very worried about me so she called Paws Patrol. With the help of Paws Patrol, I was spayed and medicated for the infection. They put me on a nutritious diet and my scrawny body transformed into a healthy, somewhat plump figure with silky soft fur. The lady called me Mommy Cat.
I monopolized the couple’s patio lounge chair for nearly three years then I noticed more and more cats coming to the house. They fed them all and they all stayed and one of them even took over my lounge chair! It was on that day that I noticed Frank, a retired gentlemen who lived next door. I went over to visit him. He gave me a big bowl of food, played with me and called me “Fluffy”. I liked that new name, I liked Frank and I liked the food he gave me. I decided to stay and live with Frank. He seemed very happy to have me. I’ve lived with Frank for two years now. I still go and visit the family next door. They still pet me and give me treats, but I’ve adopted Frank and I’m very happy that I have a home where I am loved and cared for.
Paws Patrol was there for me, providing the veterinary care when I needed it most. I would not be the beautiful, healthy cat that I am today without you and your kind support. Thank you!
Day 4 - Bruiser
Hi, I’m Bruiser. It’s a rough world out there when you have to fight the other male cats in the neighborhood for a scrap of food. I noticed that a new family on the block was handing out free grub so I went to check it out. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one in the food line. There was a classy female, a couple teenagers and lone adult male. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. There was a small squabble - man, he was tough - so I backed off and let him eat first. Luckily there was lots of food so I filled my belly and laid down on the patio for a nap; I spent the night there and in the morning there was more food. I had hit paydirt!!! Unfortunately that other male was still hanging around. The lady of the house named all of us cats. The classy female was Ladybug, the teenagers were Junior and Tiger (they were real whimps, didn’t have to worry about them fighting anyone for food), that other male was named Lover Boy, because he sucked up to them and let them love all over him. Me, they named Bruiser. Everything was going fine for the first few days then Lover Boy started throwing his weight around
After a few nights of intense fighting between the two of us, and a severe wound to my leg, the lady of the house decided that one of us needed another home. Lover Boy, with his good looks and suck up personality was adopted by another family. Good riddance!! With the help of Paws Patrol, my war wounds, which required numerous stitches, finally healed. Paws Patrol also took the whole gang of us to the vet for spaying, neutering (ouch) and shots (more ouchies) but today I’m the king of LaVillita Road. I’ve retired from fighting and enjoy being “Grandpa” to various litters of feral kittens that make my property their home. Sometimes when the couple’s granddaughters come to visit, I slip into the living room and cuddle up on the couch beside them, listening as they read their favorite bedtime stories to me. I love it when they fed me “pretend” cookies, brush my thick fur and love on me. Sometimes I even get to spend the whole night sleeping on the bed beside them. When the granddaughters leave, I retreat outside, basking in the sun on the roof of their Mustang convertible with my woman, Ladybug, or I romp through the flower beds with the latest batch of kittens. Yep, life is good when you’re the king!
Your generous gifts to Paws Patrol enable them to be here, to provide emergency veterinary treatment to me and other injured animals. You made it possible for me to get the healing care I needed and to go onto a new life in a loving home. I and all of us here at Paws Patrol thank you!
Day 3 - Bear Kittens
You've heard of the three little bears, of course, but bet you never heard of three little bear KITTENS! We were born in April, 2012, and found in the Sun Bear enclosure at the Reid Park Zoo. Our mom disappeared and we were just three little scaredy cats. Sun Bears might not be as big as regular bears, but to three little kittens, they were huge!
The nice people at Paws Patrol agreed to take us in and foster us until some nice families would adopt us. We were very grateful because, while we're not sure just WHAT Sun Bears eat, we didn't want to hang around to find out. So we've been safe, happy and loved by these nice people who don't even make us deal with doggies! We know, doggies aren't as big as bears, but they are still scary to kitties like us.
Paws Patrol is a non-profit organization, receiving funding only through private donations and the sale of yearly calendars. Their primary goal is to trap, neuter and return feral cats to their colonies but they also provide foster homes for kittens and those cats deemed tame enough to be adoptable. Thanks to Paws Patrol we have all been adopted into wonderful, loving and safe homes.
Sugar Bear, Snuggles and Teddy Bear
Day 2 - Marty
I'm not sure why I was on my own but, being hungry, I stepped right into a trap some person had set up in the desert in the middle of the summer. By the time the nice people at Paws Patrol were notified that I was in an unidentified trap, I had struggled so to get out that there was a wound on the top of my head. I was dehydrated, hungry and, to say the least, upset.
The people at Paws Patrol took me to a vet who fixed my head wound and said after a while and with some TLC, I'd be good as new. Well, it took a while, with a few unfortunate adoption attempts, but I'm now settled and happy in what I know will be my forever home. I have people who love me and kitties to play with too.
Paws Patrol is a non-profit organization whose primary goal is to trap, neuter and return feral cats to their colonies. They depend on your donations to keep in operation. They also have no central location so depend on foster families to take tame cats and kitten in until they can be adopted to loving homes.
Day 1- Highway
Cars were going fast and furious along the I-10 highway but I was determined to get across and find my way back home to my mommy and siblings. As I started to cross, a car hit me in the head; another car ran directly over me as I sat frozen in the middle of the road. I could see an open field and I ran towards it. Not far behind me, however, two teenage boys had spotted me and were running after me. One of them picked me up and held me close to his chest. They took me back to their car. My eye was bleeding and my face was swollen. I wasn’t feeling very good but the boy held me tight and stroked my back. I felt safe in his arms.
When the boys got home, they were very worried about me because I was hurt. They called Paws Patrol who came and got me and took me to the vet. I was terribly frightened and bruised, but there were no broken bones or serious injuries. The lady at Paws Patrol asked the boys if I had a name. The boys named me “Highway” because they rescued me from the highway. It’s an unusual name for a female cat but then we’re talking about teenage boys here……..
I went into a foster home where I quickly became the darling of the household. There were lots of other cats to play with and the foster parents were very good to me. It’s been over two years since I was rescued. I have grown into a beautiful tabby with interesting spots on my body and a clump of pink on my head. My foster parents became my “forever” parents. Once I was an injured, frightened little kitten rescued from the highway by two teenage boys, and now I am safe and comfortable and very much loved.
Paws Patrol was there for me - ready to provide shelter and veterinary care when I needed it most - thanks to you and your kind support. I hope you’ll consider making a tax-deductible gift to Paws Patrol today to help sustain their lifesaving work for animals like me. Any amount helps!
An easy way to help Paws Patrol this Holiday Season!
Our 2014 Paws Patrol Calendars - Ears, Tails & Paws are now available for purchase at these local businesses (see sidebar) - and always at a Paws Patrol event.