Posted on 06/30/2013 8:00:19 PM PDT by Innovative
After spending four days trapped in a storm drain at a remote Sacramento intersection, a calico kitten was rescued thanks to a few teenagers who responded to its frantic and frightened meows.
The teenagers tried to pull the kitten out using a rope and when that failed, the teenagers called the fire department.
But after the kitten was safe, no one offered to take the animal home, according to Filbrun.
So Marquis and the KXTV team decided to care for the kitten. The station is trying to find the original owner before they proceed to find her a home.
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Awwwww!
Next in line is an 8-year-old tortie and white with super-long hair. She's also my biggest cat.
Next is an almost 2-year-old short-haired tortie whom I aopted in the middle of her second pregnancy when she was only 9 or 10 months old. The previous owner had touted her in a Craigslist ad that she was an "ugly Cat who needed love too."
I could never call a tortie "ugly"! In 1989, I rescued a tiny longhaired tortie kitten from an alley behind my apartment building. She was super sweet. I have loved torties ever since. Both torties and calicos get a gene for red fur from one parent and a gene for black fur from the other one. In regular calicos they have big patches of color on a white background. Tortoiseshells are sometime called "black calicos." Their colors get swirled. Sometimes black, red, or chocolate is predominant. And there are a few weirder versions of tortie, not all of which I've seen.
A few months ago we found a calico kitten in the yard at work. I suspect that she was dumped there. She was clearly used to humans; she walked right up to me there in the yard.
I ended up taking her to the local shelter (the same one where my wife and I got the first of our three cats) and saw her listed on their adoptable pets a couple weeks after that. She was gone from the listing after a few days. I hope she went to a good home; she was a really sweet little kitty. I thought somewhat seriously about keeping her myself, but I already have three cats and don’t really need a fourth (and there’s a stray tom in my neighborhood who seems to want that slot!).
I have a tortie (approx. 5-6 years old) and a torbie (16 months).
That's a pretty good description of my cat.
Baby raccoons are very cute, too. The little female I have been feeding for the last month brought her five little ones to the back deck Saturday Night. What a brood of fur! Those little ones were as busy as a beehive. No wonder the mother has been coming to feed alone, until now. I hope they’re not crossing the road to get to my house. I have no idea where the den is. But gracious they are cuties! And fearless, walking right up to smell my feet with the back light on.
Actually doesn't matter...kittehs are just another precious gift bestowed upon us by G-d. Always amusing, mostly adorable, great companionship (especially when you're sick...they seem to know that, and mine won't leave my pillow).
Actually doesn't matter...kittehs are just another precious gift bestowed upon us by G-d. Always amusing, mostly adorable, great companionship (especially when you're sick...they seem to know that, and mine won't leave my pillow).
My cat has a combination of orange and gray fur over most of her body, but her underside is mostly white, as is her nose and the bottom of her face. Her colors are more pastel and not as bold as they sometimes come. Officially, she's a short-hair, but her hair is kind of long, and she has the docile personality of an angora or a Persian cat. She's also a purrball.
When my mother was in a nursing home, there was an older tabby cat named Allie, apparently originally feral, who had moved in and made herself at home in the lobby many years before. Allie was perfect for the facility--she got along well with the elderly residents and wasn't too demanding but enjoyed being petted and loved. And the residents certainly enjoyed her.
Sadly, the management got rid of her because although she had a scratching post, she preferred the furniture. Although they assured us that she got a good home, none of us were happy over their decision.
Little momma is back tonight, eating dog food. But she didn’t bring the kits, at least not up onto the deck yet. Perhaps when I turn out the back light ...
You’re trying to override my immunity to cute kitties.
It won’t work.
One day the kits will come, that is, the surviving kits. There will probably be only one kit to survive. That's the norm, I understand.
That holds the essence of one of the myriad of questions I would like to ask The Lord, some where/when.
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