The Humane Society sent me Peeps because he'd lost an eye already and the other was at risk due to infection. They told me he was a girl ... he wasn't. I thought he played and took up for himself too well for a girl kitty! I have since learned to look for myself. He was Ralpies first best friend. Peeps hated me for putting in his eye meds. Would run anytime he saw me coming. His eye still healed. Several years later we moved and Peeps was terrified. Wouldn't let me near him and hid all the time. He finally got sick enough that he didn't have the strength to run from me and I took him to work with me. He was in Liver failure and his good eye looked really bad. He has lost most of his sight in it. The Liver failure was due to fast weight loss from his not eating. I seperated him from the others inside and nursed him until he started eating and gaining weight. Today is a whooping 15 pounds again.

Buttons was pretty much raised on the kitchen counter. I have a return policy when I adopt out cats, that if they ever need to give them up to just call me and I will pick them up and take them back. Well I got that call on two cats I had adopted out ... except the man had taken in an additional kitten he could no longer keep. Of course I took all three. Buttons had been having diarrhea and really looked rough. She was about 8 weeks old. To fatten her up and try to control the diarrhea, I fed her seperately on the kitchen counter. She would stay there all day. Loved to help me cook, wash dishes, etc. She got better and old enough, healthy enough to spay and started venturing into catland in the backyard through the doggie door. That's pretty much where she stays nowadays. She still remembers though. She will always be a special friend.

Ok, I am guilty, occassionally I rescue a dog or two. Meet Annie. She is a 3.9 pound Yorkie, about 8 years old. Someone moved and left her in the vacant house. The landlords took her to the vet to be put down and my friend who worked there got them to sign her over to her and she brought her to me. She is now the rottenest dog you would ever meet. Believe me 50 cats are less work than this one little dog! But I do love her. She puts up with all the cats walking all over her, and they are mostly larger than she is. She loves to ride in the car and her favorite is searching the car for Burger King onion rings which she just loves to eat. I need to add here that onions are posion to dogs and they aren't supposed to eat them. So I am a good girl and don't eat them in the car anymore. Poor lil' ole Annie.

Lucy is a 6 year old black and white, long haired spayed female. She came to me when she was 4 weeks old and had Calisis virus. Her sister came too, but she didn't survive the virus. Lucy was a sweet kitten and very sick. She didn't have the worst form of the virus like her sister did and she survived. She has been 'mothering' every kitten that has come to us since. She loves to lick and clean. EVERYONE! She can't sit in your lap without licking you ... she just can't do it. She HAS to lick. Therefore all the babies just love her, whenever they need their 'mother fix' they seek her out. Several of the males grew up to continue the practice also. That includes Mouse, Squirt, TC and a few others. Even grouchy old Sara who doesn't like newcomers will, if a kitten hangs around long enough, she will start licking them.The kitty being 'mothered' with Lucy is Knothead. Knothead modeled herself after Sara.

My daughter, Nikki, drug home Sylvester and his sister FeeBee one day. Her x boyfriends grandfather was going to kill them because they were on his property. She figured they'd have a better chance at life here. They along with Kiki's kittens have certainly taken over! They are thriving and so far (say our prayers and give many thanks)haven't gotten sick. Sly takes over my bed when I change the sheets.

Sara, Sarabug, came from the Humane Society also. she was 2 weeks old. She is grey and white. I had just lost my last Sara (Lady Sara)to Feline Leukemia. I needed a distraction and this Sara was a short haired version of Lady Sara. We bonded with super glue and she is my bedroom cat. She is my ratter and cockroach hound. My fearless hunter cat. I know, she shouldn't be able to find those things in my bedroom! Well you can't now! We do live in humid Florida where the cockroachs (palmetto bugs, some would call them)knock your door down to get into the air conditioning. And rats come up out of the ground and into your house when you cut down huge bushes whose roots are their home. Can you imagine? I always thought rats were smart. But to come into a household full of cats? Anyway, to Sara, it's just plain fun. Getting a good picture of her isn't easy, the bedroom is too dark. She won't leave it. She's my girl. She is 5 years old.

Nuisance and FeeBee spied a WalMart bag loitering and had to bust it up. With great enthusiasm they both attack at the same time devastating the bad bag. Now they are heros!

I think that Fancy is the only cat that doesn't pick on Cali. I haven't figured out what she has done to deserve all the back lash but at least Fancy is being nice. Fancy is always nice. Except when feeling frisky and she happens on a wayward kitten and gives it a tumble!

None of the cats have been too happy about me following them around with a camera. But Gracie takes the cake. She was getting really freaked out. Meet Gracie, she was brought to a clinic I used to work at to be put down as a kitten. The woman had found her in the middle of the highway and she'd been hit by a car. I asked her if I could keep the kitten and try to save her and she said yes, but she thought the kitten would die. You can see that she didn't. She was a hissing ball of fur but reluctantly let me care for her. Her leg was hurt and her bottom was so scraped up that we couldn't tell her sex and we called her Sylvester. She was loaded with worms worse than any kitten I have ever seen. That is all behind her now. She's a huge cat, long haired, beautiful coat and still picky about her people.

"First I get this itch, you see ... then FeeBee decides it's time to get kissey!", complains Rachel. "I'll never be able to defeat this terrible enemy at this rate!"

These little kids where heard in my front yard from half a block away! They were across a busy highway in the underbrush screaming for moma. Moma lay 10 feet away, dead, hit by a car. I started plucking out kittens until I could hear no more cry. There were 5, two week olds. Today they are playful 5 week olds. They came out to play and ended up crashing with Annie, who thinks she is their mom. Of course Dad is there napping too. A bunch of couch potates!