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A Tabby’s Tale

The following story was written Tabby the cat (well, by former PETA intern Jared Misner, writing as Tabby the cat).

The catnip was exhilarating—all-consuming, euphoric, if you will. Mesmerized by that jingle-jangling red and yellow ball, I batted the plaything across the floor, against the walls, and onto my sleeping suitemate, Max.

Max had been here longer than I had. A lot longer. He was an older Persian mix, a white ball of fluff with only a black blotch on his nose to prove he wasn’t just an overly large cotton ball. He flicked his tail and opened his mostly closed sleepy eyes for just a moment as my catnip ball hit him on its way across the cold cage floor.

Our shelter worker—adoption extraordinaire and secret treat sneaker—looked at me and smiled as she heard the ball rattle through the cage. She had been the one who took me in when my first family moved away and left me behind. She had made this my home away from home.

Then the man with the smile showed up.

The purrs and cries from the dozens of other kittens in the pink-walled cat room signaled it was time to put my furry game face on. The man walked into our room with a laughing child attached to each hand. The children ran their hands across our cages, stacked four high, as the smiling man whistled, eyes glancing over us all.

I dropped the ball, leaving it jingling as it stopped its roll across the cage floor. As Max slept toward the back of our cage, I rubbed my side across the metal bars, arched my back, and flicked my orange tail outside.

The children both pointed at the bright tail hanging outside the cold metal. The man with the smile walked over, children skipping in tow. I rubbed my nose against the bars as he put his hand into my cage, my body vibrating as I purred, hoping to find another home.

After talking with the shelter worker, the man with the smile helped me out of my cage and put me in his lap, and the children stroked my back. I could feel the envy from the dozens of other cats in the room. Max continued sleeping. This was old news for the old Persian.

The man with the smile couldn’t stop the laughing children from loving me. I was forever loved now; I could escape the cold metal bars and stacked cages. I was taken home. I was family.

But Max, for all I know, is still there, waiting to be loved, waiting to be a part of a family. Give Max a chance like the man with the smile did for me. Give cats like Max a forever home.

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  • marguerite white says:

    What wonderful stories,I brought from a rescue centre a mastiff/sherpei last july 2010 and he is a big treasure,I agree adopt from a rescue centre because there are so many animals looking for love,over the years I have taken unwanted animals into my house and gave them lots of love,at the moment I have 1 black female cat,2 ginger toms,2 female tabbies and 1 balck and white tom,1 female gerbil and pond fish..they are all my children and my family…they bring so much joy..

  • Clara says:

    One day I read on the webpage of a local shelter the story of a male cat who was born without his back feet. Somebody abandoned him and his 3 brothers and sisters in the middle of the night at the door of the shelter when they were 1 month old. All of them were inside a box without holes to even let them breath. It was a miracle that all of them survived! I adopted him and his sister when they were two years and a half old. Nobody had payed any attention to them: the male cat (now Szasz) because of his disabilities and the female cat (now Luria) because people thought she wasn’t beatiful. Now I live with they two and they make me endlessly happy. Even Szasz has get over his disabilities a little and sometimes climbs my bed! Adopt an animal, make him happy, make yourself happier!
    greetings from Spain (and sorry for my english)

  • Theresa says:

    I found my kitty in a dumpster. She was nearly dead, starving, starting to lose her fur, and no older than 4 weeks. Somebody would have had to have put her in there… there was no way for a little kitten to get into that dumpster…it makes me sick to my stomach to think that somebody would do that. I get to wake up every morning and see my funny little cat tucked under the covers with her head on my pillow. She is my best friend, I am so lucky to have found her. Rescue animals! It’ll change your life :)

  • Julia R. says:

    My sister and I adopted two kittens from the animal shelter who had been left in a dumpster. When we got them, they were very sick and the shelter couldn’t afford to pay for their medication so the lady who was fostering them gave the cats to us at four weeks instead of six even though she wasn’t allowed to do it. I am so glad that she did it though because if she didn’t, then one of our cats would have definitely died.

  • Tina says:

    I also volunteer for a no-kill shelter. It is so frustrating when people visit and play but don’t adopt. I have heard every excuse in the book, my husband wouldn’t agree, I have allergies, too much fur flying around, too much work, I alread have “a” cat, but there are a few success stories too where wonderful animals found their forever home.

  • Cleo says:

    I’ve had my adoptee for about a year and a half now, and everyday I’m glad I was able to give this wonderful cat a new home. He’s an absolute sweethart, who sometimes is still a bit reluctant to be petted and he still gets startled easily but other than that, he’s the perfect housemate.
    So, if you’re thinking about getting a cat, go to your local shelter because the peerfect pet might already be waiting for you!

  • Chris says:

    We drove six hours each way to adopt two brothers who had been shuffled from one home to another, but escaped the kill-shelter never-the-less ..Ernie & Joe arrived; three months later a 3 week ferile kitten was found by a friend ..Bert arrived; three months after that an old stray of the neighborhood decided the best place for a seizure was in our porch .. he is now #4 and has always been known as Sylvester. I donate as much as I can to PETA as #5 might put the household over the edge…

  • Gail says:

    What a sweet sweet story! I too hope Max found a wonderful home just like Tabby the cat did. I volunteer at a 100% No-Kill/volunteer shelter and you would be amazed at the precious cats and dogs that are abandoned! We even had a deep burnished orange domestic shorthair with huge green eyes that looked like an Egyptian breed! She was so breathtaking! She didn’t last long at the shelter – less than a week! We currently have a gorgeous Min Pin dog anxious to find love in her furever home! ADOPT FROM A SHELTER! The most wonderful companions are just waiting for your love. We are the Guardians of these creatures…let’s step up!

  • Jbelusko says:

    Free adopt a cat month!!! Feel free to donate to help us build a new shelter!

  • wolfy says:

    I cant adopt but i do volunteer at a local animal shelter

  • Misty Hoggard says:

    My daughters and I adopted 2 kittens from a cat recue. They were brother and sister. They were brought there because they were solid black. The lady said no one would adopt them because of that. They are wonderfull and a big part of the family.

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