I have never been much of a cat person....until I moved to the country...and of course since we moved into a 1890's farmhouse in the country, it only seemed appropriate to get a farm cat. The first place I thought of when I decided to get a cat was the Humane Society....and what a wonderful decision that was.
This is my blue-eyed angel Molly. When we arrived at the Humane Society one morning, she was the only cat I chose to visit with and needless to say fell in love with her instantly. Every time I look at her, I can't imagine why anyone would have turned her in. She is my living shadow. Everywhere I go...so does Molly. She is such a lady and so sweet and gentle that you just can't help but love her. When I asked why she was turned in, they said they had no idea. She was dropped off in a box with no information about her i.e. name, age, illnesses. Upon finding out that she had basically been dumped there...I knew she had to come home with us. So, we adopted her on April 1 (which is now her offical birthday) and has now been with us for 3 years.
Now, this is Emily. The second cat we decided to save. When we saw Emily for the first time, she was a mess. She was only a kitten and was already off to a bad start. Her eyes were a mess with infection and she was completely flea infested. We brought her home , took her to the vet, washed her up (3 times...Whew! That was a job) and found a gorgeous baby girl under all those fleas. She too is my shadow...I actually step on her tail quite a bit cuz she's usually right underneath each step I take...and the poor thing doesn't make a sound...not even a meow or screech...cuz for some reason doesn't have the ability to make noise. She's our quite angel. But...as you can see from her pose here...she's a bit more unlady like than Molly. She is always plopping herself down and just spreads herself out...the girl has no shame :o)
Anyways, the point here is...save a life...adopt.