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It's that White Rex................ again


TABLE of CONTENTS:

From "CHLOE,"the Cat
From "DEAN MARTIN," the Cat
From "DIANA," the Cat
From "HEATHCLIFF," the Cat
From "JOSH," the Cat
From "LUDWIG von PET PRIDE," the Cat
From "MARCUS," the Cat
From "MARIA," the Cat
From "MISSY," the Cat
From "MR. FOOT," the Cat
From "PETER," the Cat
From "PIXIE," the Cat
From "SAM," the Cat
From "SANDY," the Cat
From "TOMMY," the Cat
From "TRIXIE," the Cat




CHLOE Speaks...

I am a former resident of PET PRIDE. It hasbeen over five years now since I was adopted. I really can't remember myoriginal family or even how long I lived at PET PRIDE. I can remember allthe nice people who helped take care of my cousins and me at the "Homefor Cats." I also remember watching folks come in to visit us andsaw many of my cousins being adopted into new families. Then one day Isaw a couple come into my house and I felt in my heart they were goingto take me. I greeted them both, along with several of my cousins, andmy future Mommy gave me a loving pat on my head. My future Daddy greetedmy cousins as enthusiastically as my Mommy greeted me. I made up my mindright then I wanted them to adopt me and I climbed right up my Daddy'spant leg into his arms. As the nice couple continued through the house,I followed them around and jumped into my Daddy's arms whenever I could.I was very broken hearted when they left without me or one of my cousins.Many more people came to visit us that day but I felt very sad. I thoughtI had found a new family who wanted me as much as I wanted them. But thenext day, the couple came back with another man who looked a lot like Daddy,but was taller. The next thing I knew, amid farewells to my cousins, thecouple and my uncle were taking me to my new home. I now have my very ownlitter box, food dish and water dish. I get combed daily and have littlekitty treats. I play a lot and get to sleep with my parents or uncle. Whenmy family has to go away they get me a sitter to stay with me at home insteadof putting me in a kennel or somewhere I am not familiar with. When myparents got me a bigger couch to sleep on, I asked them to give their othercouch to PET PRIDE so my cousins could be more comfortable until a familyadopts them. I sure am glad to have been taken care of by the nice peopleat PET PRIDE until my family found me. Thank's folks, for giving me mychance; please continue to help PET PRIDE for all my cousins who need achance too! Support PET PRIDE!

-"CHLOE," the Cat

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DEAN MARTIN Speaks...

Due to the astuteness of my fellow borders, who recognizeme as a natural born leader, I, Dean Martin, have been chosen as spokes-kitty for this article. I, of course, see this as a mere stepping stoneto fame, certain that some talent scout will recognize my marvelous writingqualities, and select me as the author for cat food commercials. Not tobelabor this point, I must get on with our exciting news. We here at PETPRIDE have voted and by unanimous "paw" vote, have decided tocall our establishment The "Home for Cats." The word shelterconjures up mental images of cages and "time allotments"; our"home" does not fit the stereotype. We have a cageless environmentand actually live in two real people houses which have been converted forour exclusive pleasure. Each of our houses has a large airy, fully screened"cat-proof" patio attached with lots of built-in shelves forclimbing, playing and sunning. Each of our rooms has sofas, chairs, kittypillows, cat trees and toys to play with. We really do have all the comfortsof "home", including: super maid service, catered meals and muchhuman companionship, petting, and loving. We feel very relaxed and well-adjusted and are more than happy to "strut our stuff" for ourhonored visitors who are allowed the pleasure of our company. Some of ushave been here at the "home" for years. PET PRIDE never putsany of us to sleep just because we are not adopted or are handicapped.We are able to live out our entire lives. We were all checked for FELV(feline leukemia). All this is done because PET PRIDE has a very strict"no kill" policy. It sure makes us feel safe and secure. Thisis "kitten season" now and we are overloaded with poor unwantedbabies. Some heartless, irresponsible people have even left them in boxesby our gate at night; even though we are full, we have to take them inand we ask you to help us all. We do not say, "if we have the money,we'll take you, otherwise, we won't." We take them in, give them shotsand the veterinary care they always need and then worry how to afford itall. We can't let them die... we know you would not want us to. We needloving homes and we really need money. Come and visit us, see the hardworld we do... see the lives we save... but please help us!

-"DEAN MARTIN," the Cat

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DIANA Speaks...

I guess that I turned quite a few heads when I arrivedat the "Home for Cats." I was about six months old and somewhereunderneath it, I was pure snowy white. Neglected and abused, I was coveredwith tar, fleas and mud. The first step, after getting my shots, was athorough bath. I even enjoyed it...I wanted to present a much better image.Sparkling white and purring, I got a super dinner. I was starved! The nextseveral days, I was under constant medication...it seemed all the badgerms in the world had picked on me. I was very brave and tolerated thepills and even the yucky liquid stuff they gave me for my terrible diarrhea.I wanted so much to get better, so I fought real hard and in three weeks,I was ready to find a permanent home. Well, I was lucky and was pickedout right away by a couple who loved my purr (it is really warm and sweet).They took me home and I found out I had an older "sister" kittyand a "brother" doggy. Believe me, I was terrified. Having livedon the streets, I had learned to trust no one! I spit at both of them,hid under the bed and only came out when the coast was clear. Mom and Dadhad long talks with me and tried their best to calm me down, so after acouple of days, I ventured out to explore. Sis was lying quietly when Icrept up to sniff. She let me touch noses in spite of my hisses and extendeda paw of friendship. Bonkers (at least that's what we call the dog) wasanother story. He kept coming after me to give me big, sloppy, gooey kissesin spite of my growls! I would swipe at his big nose and he would softlywhine. I never used my claws because I guess he only wanted to give melove too. That was six months ago and now we are really a very happy familyand we all curl up together. We are all neutered too. I heard them sayingthat they might bring us a new brother kitty from PET PRIDE soon...I can'twait... THANKS everybody for saving me!

-"DIANA," the Cat

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HEATHCLIFF Speaks...

Lots of PURRS to all of you from all of us kittieshere at PET PRIDE'S "Home for Cats." I am your "spokes-kitty"for this article and we want to share some of our feline thoughts withyou. Cats love to have friends too, just like people do! Lots of you workand have only one cat who is home alone all day. We like it when you leavethe radio on and give us some toys to play with but we would be lots happierif you got us a companion - another cat! We like to groom each other, cuddleup and sleep together, play with our toys together and gee, could evendance to the radio together. All of us here at the "Home" areused to living with other cats and we are "purr-fect" candidatesto come and live with your lonesome feline. Instead of getting into troubletrying to amuse himself, your kitty will be occupied with a friend andignore scratching your furniture or climbing your drapes. This is especiallytrue for kittens; in their active quest for adventure, it's a lot betterto have a buddy to occupy their time rather than their destruction of yourpaper towels and toilet paper. Any of us would be happy to come and beyour cat's companion. We are very affectionate and would love our chancefor our very own homes. If you are not close enough to visit the "Home",you can surely find some great cat to be your cat's new pal. Just be surethat your addition has been tested and found to be FeLV negative (we areall checked at the "Home.")
Now if you are worried about living amicably, just give the cats time!We will adapt but sometimes we can be stubborn, just like people. Usuallywithin a month, you'll catch us licking each other happily, maybe evenwhile you think we still dislike each other! Yes, we do play our trickson you. Two cats aren't much more work. We will use the same litter tray,water and dry food bowls. Sometimes we prefer our moist food on separateplates so we both feel special. Now you can stop feeling guilty about poorkitty all alone at home; he has a playmate...and there is always room fortwo cats on one lap!

-"HEATHCLIFF," the Cat

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JOSH Speaks...

Golly, I'm excited to have been chosen as your kittyspokesman for this article. Everyone asked me to let you know what's beenhappening at our "Home for Cats." As you know, we cats agreedto call our place a HOME because it sure doesn't look like a "shelter."We are all spayed or neutered, have been checked for FeLV and have ourshots. We don't live in cages either. We have two real houses, completewith sofas, chairs, pillows, lots of cat trees and kitty-proof outdoorpatios so we can catch the rays. We're really content knowing we can liveout our lives with our pals; some of us have been residents a long time.We have great humans who attend to us, all cat-loving folks, and we loveto greet our visitors who come to see us (and we love it when they bringspecial treats!). Of course, we all hope to be adopted into our own homessomeday. PET PRIDE insists on strictly indoor adoptive homes and prospective"parents" have a better time getting acquainted with us in ouruncaged, free atmosphere. We have YOU to thank for helping PET PRIDE togive us such great care and we send you lots of purrs. But we need someextra special help right NOW! The economy has hurt everyone and we allhave to pinch pennies. Please contribute whatever you can spare, even $1.00will help out, so we can continue our important work here helping cats.It's the only place we have to LIVE! We're counting on YOU!

-"JOSH," the Cat

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LUDWIG von PET PRIDE Speaks...

I am a PET PRIDE alumni but I was chosen to be your"spokes-kitty" for this article. In our PET PRIDE Stories Section,we have available an article about visiting cat shows called "Go SeeFancy Felines." That inspired all of us kitties at the "Homefor Cats" as we argued who could win the most prizes if we were everadopted and then shown as a Household Pet. We are all very special anddifferent in our own ways. Well, I was a lucky one who actually got tobe a cat show competitor! I was adopted into a home where my parents havepurebred cats and other kitties like me. I adapted very well and becauseof my charming personality, they thought I would enjoy going to shows too.When they approached me with the idea, I jumped at the chance. AlthoughI keep myself in fastidious condition, my owners still insisted on a bathfor each show. Now that part I did NOT like at all. The show itself wasgreat fun! I met many other kitties and although I am, of course, neutered,I fell in love with a cutey pie female competitor named "Petunia".I loved all the attention from the many visitors who were all told I hadbeen adopted from PET PRIDE. That even led to lots of my brothers and sistersfinding their own homes too. I guess everything sure helped because I wasa big winner! I was the best Household Pet in the whole show many timesand won dozens of beautiful rosettes. My parents gave all my ribbons andtrophies to PET PRIDE to display in their office and all the visitors getto see what a former orphan cat has accomplished. All my kitty pals areso proud of me as I even won the second best Household Pet award for theentire show season. It fills me with pride to know my sweetheart, "Petunia,"won best. Now I can't promise you all the PET PRIDE kitties will love showsas I did or that their adopting parents have the time to show them buteach and every cat is a prize winner in some way. We are all really gratefulto PET PRIDE for taking care of us and giving us the chance at a new life.The economy has made it really hard on everyone and PET PRIDE desperatelyneeds your help to keep on giving more and more cats a future. Please givewhatever you can. any amount is deeply appreciated, and know that all ofus send lots of purrs to you.

-"LUDWIG von PET PRIDE," the Cat

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MARCUS Speaks...

I was hiding in the bushes when the nice lady sawme. I had been in the same spot for about two days since the dark nightthat the big, black car came around the corner just as I was crossing thestreet. I saw the headlights and ran as fast as I could but a heavy wheelran over my tail as I tried to get away. No one stopped, so I guess theydidn't see me and as they sped away, I crawled into the bushes in awfulpain. I was real scared when the lady spoke to me but I knew if I didn'tlet her help me, I would die here, alone, unloved and unwanted. I let herextend her arms and pick me up ever so gently. She was trying to comfortme but she was crying and her tears fell onto my bloody coat. I tried tonuzzle her hand but everything got fuzzy and I guess I went to sleep. Thenext thing l knew, I was slowly opening my eyes in a big cage with soundsof meows in my ears and smells of food tantalizing my nose. My rear sectionfelt tingly and strange, so I tried to turn around to see what was up.That's when I heard, "Oh, so you are awake at last, how do you feelMARCUS?" I weakly mewed in response but couldn't be sure she was talkingto me..."MARCUS"...what a dignified name!!! You will be justfine, young man, with a bit of time and healing; here's a nice dinner foryou, I'm sure you're starved. I ate every bite, licked myself clean andthen began to inspect myself. "MARCUS, your tail had to come off andyou have a lot of scrapes and bruises but you'll be feeling better in notime and then we'll try to find a very special home for such a brave survivor."As time passed and I felt stronger, I found out I was at a place calledPET PRIDE in the "HOME for CATS". Soon I left my cage behindand made friends in the houses there. It is really great; no dogs chaseme, I get two square meals a day (and lots of snacks!) and I experiencednew things like being held and petted and brushed. I no longer wanted tochase girl kitties and fight other male cats (they said they took careof that too). I know that I would not be telling my story today if PETPRIDE had not come into my life. They really care about us felines here...thisis HEAVEN!

-"MARCUS," the Cat

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MARIA Speaks...

The lady who brought me into PET PRIDE said that Iwas 1 1/2 years old and had two prior litters of kittens. I was quite pregnantwith my third. I had been a stray and had no one to care for me or my babies.I was emaciated with a swollen tummy and very worried how I would carefor my new arrivals. I felt sick a lot. They cleaned me up and gave mea big bowl of food. The next morning I began my delivery. It was a difficultlabor and my two children were born dead. The humans tried but could notrevive them. I had carried them and done the best I could but it seemedI had spent my whole life pregnant. I loved my babies very much havingdelivered 8 before. I am not sure where they are now; they always vanishedone by one. I probably have grandchildren by now and I sure hope that somebodywill take care of them and they are not suffering as I have. The PET PRIDEfolks pampered me, gave me lots of encouragement and I was wormed andspayed. I soon began to feel a lot better and am glad I will not be motheringmore starving kittens. I got to meet lots of the other kitties here andhave formed wonderful friendships. I am still waiting for my specialperson to adopt me but in the meantime, I am thankful to YOU for helpingPET PRIDE give me a new start...it's now my beginning!


-"MARIA," the Cat

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MISSY Speaks...

Although l've lived at the "Home for Cats"for three years, I remember the days with my own Mom and my own home. Icame to Mom when I was just a little, bitty bundle of black fur; in fact,she hand fed me for weeks until I was big and strong enough to eat on myown. My Mom was a senior citizen on a very strict budget but there werealways special treats for me. She used to hold me in her arms and rockme and call me her little angel. Mom was sometimes sick and would haveto stay in bed. A friend of hers would come to our apartment and lookafter both of us. I always curled up at Mom's side and purred to let herknow I was worried and wanted her to get well soon. Mom told me she wasn'talways going to be with me but she had made sure I would be taken careof. I didn't understand. My Mom was my whole world; we had been inseparablefor 13 years. One awful day they took Mom away. She cried and gave me agreat big hug and kiss and told me to be a good kitty. Our friend keptcoming in to feed me until one day she was crying and told me my Mom wouldn'tbe coming back again. She said the angels had taken Mom to live with them.I wandered from room to room calling for Mom and crying myself. Then anew lady came, bundled me up into a kitty carrier and took me away. I foundmyself at a place where lots of kitties live. The people were real niceto me but my heart ached so for my Mom that I couldn't eat. I got thinnerand felt real sick. The doctor checked me and said there was nothing physicallywrong. They hand fed me, cuddled me and tried to give me love but I angrilypulled away. Then one day everything went black; I don't know what happened.They told me I had a stroke and had been partially paralyzed and unconscious.They moved me to my very own room by myself (I did not like any other kitties),gave me medicine and spent many hours petting me and telling me to getbetter. Then one night I had a dream. My Mom talked to me and told me shelived on through me; she wanted me well and strong. When I woke up, I wasstarving. I started eating everything in sight and quickly I got all better.I still live in my own room here but I did finally make one good kittyfriend, "SHAYNA," who comes in and visits each day. I reallylike all the people here too who treat me like royalty. I am 16 years oldnow and chances for my adoption are very slim. I am so glad that my Momplanned for my future in her will so I would have my own special placefor the rest of my life. I do miss her a lot but thanks to PET PRIDE Iam doing just fine.

Note: Our Dear "MISSY" who wrote this for us has since passedaway at the age of 20 of kidney failure. She is now living with her Momand the angels. We at PET PRIDE still miss her very much. Her friend, "SHAYNA"has been adopted into a very loving home of her own.

-"MISSY," the Cat

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MR. FOOT Speaks...

Let me introduce myself. I am Mr. Foot. As you cansee, I am big, furry and quite handsome. My current address is PET PRIDE,a wonderful place complete with very nice humans who cater to me andother furry felines. Some time ago, on a miserable, rainy night, I foundmyself in a box on a strange doorstep. As I looked out the holes, I sawa house FULL of CATS! What luck, but how to get in? Finally, the sky grewlighter and a car pulled up. The box was opened and a human said "Oh,isn't he cute; how could someone abandon him"? Then I was inside,lifted out and my body given the third degree. My sore foot was gentlyexamined and my body poked with needles. I was shown to my temporary accommodations,a nice room with a view, and fed a hearty and welcome breakfast. The nextseveral days, my "Loving People" pampered me and my painful rearpaw was cleaned and medicated daily. I guess that's why they named me Mr.Foot! Soon when I was well, I moved into more spacious quarters. ThereI met other orphans. Some told me very sad tales of their past outside.We all became good friends.

Let me tell you a little bit about my everyday life. At 7:00 A.M. we arerudely awakened by a group of humans who scurry about with fresh food,and water. They check to be sure we are all comfortable and have no complaints.Then they rush about with brooms and mops until it's squeaky clean. Allthe litter pans are changed next, and we rush to fill them back up! Laterin the morning, they open the doors to our patio. It is all screened inand covered over with lots of shelves built in. We hurry to grab our favoritespots to sun bathe. After our nap, playtime begins. We are practicing forthe next Kitty Olympics. I am Captain of the Kitty Ping-Pong Soccer team.My friend, Libra, is coordinating the wrestling event. The rest of my dayis spent with my people, getting lots of pets and love. As night falls,we're fed again, then tucked into bed, I make a wish every night on thefirst star I see for a permanent home. But this is the next best thing.Thanks, PET PRIDE, for loving me!


-"MR. FOOT," the Cat

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PETER Speaks...

I am grateful to PET PRIDE to be able to tell youthis story because I hope it can spare other kitties some of the griefI suffered. I am a senior cat and lived with my Mom for a long time untilshe passed away. She and I lived alone but she did make plans for my careafter her time came. She had told PET PRIDE and her son that I was to cometo live in the "Home for Cats" if anything happened to her. Butwhen she died, her son, who lives on the East coast was not able to getto California for two days and nobody here called PET PRIDE either. Theapartment manager knew about me and took me to the POUND. It was a horribleexperience far me and I prayed daily for help because Mom had told me shehad provided for me. Finally, her son was able to get me released and larrived at the "Home." But by then I was a pitiful sight andquite sick. The folks here gave me extra special attention and super carebut it took me about three months until I was all well again. Now hereis the moral of my story and I hope that ALL my readers will heed my advice.Everybody has heard the story of "life being too short" and you"never know what tomorrow may bring." PLEASE folks, no matterWHAT your age, make clear plans NOW for care of your pets in case of yourdemise. Now I know not all cats will come into the "Home for Cats"but all pets will need a home with SOMEONE (and this goes for dogs, birds,fish, etc. too!) And make sure that a close person, such as the apartmentmanager or next-door neighbor knows what the plans are and has a phonenumber to call so that your beloved pets will be taken care of IMMEDIATELYand not end up in the POUND. Believe me, had my Mom's son been delayedlonger, I would not be here today. If you would like Will Information fromPET PRIDE, write them at P.O Box 1055, Pacific Palisades, CA. But whateveryou do, remember our lives DEPEND ON YOU!!!

-"PETER," the Cat

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PIXIE Speaks...

I am sure glad that PET PRIDE selected me to tellyou a special story. It's not just about me. it's about all the cats inthe "Home for Cats." We feel we are special, lucky cats and wehave YOU to thank for it. Lots of our feline brothers and sisters aren'tas fortunate as we are. They are taken to "shelters" that havetime limitations, and after ten days to two weeks. they're dead. Let metell you that's a WHOLE LOT different here! Cats that come to PET PRIDEhave a home here for LIFE, unless adopted into a loving and caring homeand that sure makes us all secure. We are free to be ourselves, enjoy ourlives, have lots of companionship (both human and furry), great chow, toysand houses designed just for us! Some of us have personality quirks - wedon't just like EVERYBODY that comes along. I guess that's me alright.I came to the "Home" when I was 2 years old. My Mom had to moveto a retirement home and just was not allowed to take me with her. Thathurt us terribly, we both cried for months and I was pretty stand-offishfor all the years that followed. I just wasn't interested in anyone really.I wasn't nasty but not friendly either. No one ever picked me but I didn'tgive a hoot. My heart was with my Mom. That is until the day when the policemancame. There was something special about him. He was self-assured (likeme), confident with a strong personality. I was drawn to him like a magnet.He liked me too! Well, he left and I figured that I was abandoned againbut guess what! He came back over and over again to see ME! I was in heaven.He talked softly and stroked me gently with his big, strong hands and askedme if l'd like to live with him. I was overjoyed. I now am with my wonderfulDaddy, Matthew, and I love having my very own home. I adjusted almost immediatelyand give him lots of love and affection. He shows me in lots of ways Iam really the "light of his life." But wait a minute. I'm notthe only longtime resident of PET PRIDE to have found "my person."Lately, "LILITH," (6 year resident), "REX," (10 yearresident), "GINGER," (5 year resident), "MS. PAC MAN,"(6 year resident), "LOST CAT," (4 year resident), and "MOMCAT,"(3 year resident), all now have their own homes too! And most of us wereno "spring chickens" either! We more mature felines have lotsto offer and if you are the "special person" we are waiting for.we will be yours forever. Thanks folks, for helping PET PRIDE to give usour chance in life. We are counting on YOUR SUPPORT for so many othersthat need a chance too. Help PET PRIDE continue to turn death into LIFE!!!

-"PIXIE," the Cat

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SAM Speaks...

I owe my life to PET PRIDE. During the summer, a couplevisiting from the East, saw me hurled out of a car. I was about three weeksold and they brought me in to PET PRIDE. I looked like I was jet blackas I was caked with mud and covered with fleas. I was gently bathed andcleaned and they found out I resembled a blue point Siamese! I was infestedwith ringworm, had many cigarette burns on my body and my whiskers hadbeen singed off. I was very hungry and my little bones were badly stickingout, as I had not eaten in so long. I was fed and my numerous treatmentswere begun. I was quite weak and soon I also developed upper respiratoryinfection. They never gave up on me here. I was a real long time recoveringand I was constantly under medication. They also gave me lots of the thingthat kept me going and fighting for my life... LOVE. From my earlier experiences,I had not trusted people at all... all they had done was abuse me. Well,I soon changed my feelings as I got stronger and stronger. I will probablyalways have some chronic sniffles from all my problems, and the folks herewere especially careful finding me just the right permanent home. I reallyneeded someone who would give me super amounts of love and understandingand attention, which I crave so. I was finally available for adoptionand guess what? I was adopted the very next day! I am now living in Hollywoodand I own a nifty lady and her son who dote on me. I'm sure glad therewas PET PRIDE'S "Home for Cats" or I would never have lived totell you my story. There are lots more like me that PET PRIDE helps everyday. Like "DAISY" whose tail had been partially severed and wasrotting. She was in awful pain and real sick too. She got all fixed up(although she now resembles a MANX!) and is in a good home. Our storiesall have happy endings, thanks to PET PRIDE. Without your help, there willbe a lot of endings, none of them happy ones.

-"SAM," the Cat

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SANDY Speaks...

My mother was very young when she had three littlekittens and only I survived. Why I don't know but for a long time I wishedthat I too had gotten killed like my brother and sister. I was first seenby humans in a big, empty, dirty and lonely warehouse, where I hid in thedark, damp corners terrified of everything. I had nobody who loved me,no mother to protect me and no regular meals. My eyelids were not allthe way open like I had seen other cats, I couldn't walk real good andmy back hurt all the time. I was real thin and tiny and when I saw myselfin a puddle, I couldn't believe how ugly I was. Then one day a nice ladycame, got me cornered and before I knew it she whisked me into a carrier.She took me to her apartment where they don't allow any dogs or cats. Shehid me the in bathroom so the manager wouldn't know about me. When shecame in, l'd back up and hiss and go to the corner, but she gave me goodfood, clean water and even put toys with me. After a while I let her touchme but when she picked me up, I really yelled with pain. She took me toa kitty doctor who took Xrays and said my vertebrae were deformed fromnot getting good food sooner. After more tests, we went home again. ThenI had all kinds of pills and operations. I don't know why that lady evenbothered with ugly little me but I started to feel a whole lot better.She said she thought I was beautiful with my exotic, slanted eyelids. Ithought they were just deformed. Then one awful day, the manager somehowfound out about me and I knew I had to go. I figured l'd be back in thewarehouse again but I ended up at place called PET PRIDE with lots of othercats. It took me about two months to get used to everything because I wasso scared. When people came in to adopt a cat, no one wanted me becauseI needed special care. Then one day, an elderly man who walked with a cane,came to visit and wanted to touch and hold ME! I was a lot more used topeople by now and snuggled into his chest and purred. I guess that didit because I went to live with him and his wife, my Mom and Dad. My Momcan't walk at all and is in a wheelchair; she has been crippled all herlife. I can walk okay but can't run too fast and sometimes when I jumpon her lap, I miss. They say they love me all the more because I am sospecial, NOT deformed. I got a look of myself in the mirror the other dayand I sure have changed. I am still pretty small but not at all boney orsickly looking. You know, I kind of like my exotic looking eyes too. Thanksto you, PET PRIDE, I have found my place in life.

-"SANDY," the Cat

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TOMMY Speaks...

How I survived the winter I don't know. I rememberplaying with my kitten brothers and sisters and Mom brought us food toeat. As I got older, my playmates disappeared. Then Mom stopped comingto care for my sister and me. We raided garbage cans for crumbs. We werevery thin with big, bloated bellies. It got real cold and windy and weshivered. Then it began to rain. We huddled together to keep warm at nightand spent our days soaking wet rummaging for scraps. My sister got realsick. I caught a mouse and dropped it by her quivering body. Her swolleneyes thanked me but she couldn't move. She was barely breathing; I didn'tknow what to do. I nestled and held her close to warm her with my body.I saw a man coming limping slowly with a cane. I was afraid he was goingto hit us, so I stood in front of my sister and spit at him. He bent downand spoke to us. My sister didn't hear him. He left but came right backwith a little girl named Jody and a box lined with towels. He put my sistergently in the box. I was scared but knew I had to go with my sister soI let Jody pick me up. As they took us into a building, I saw a sign thatsaid NO PETS ALLOWED! Jody gave me food to eat while the man talked onthe phone. We left and went for a ride. When we stopped I saw a sign thatsaid PET PRIDE. My sister and I were given to a nice lady who cried whenshe saw my sister's limp body. She put me in a cage. For the next few days,I had shots, pills but best of all, lots of good things to eat. I askedabout my sister but they didn't understand my lonely cries. They said "TAMMY"was getting lots of help, but I didn't know who that was. Soon they movedme to a house full of other kitties. I hunted in vain for my sister. Icouldn't eat; my heart ached to see her. One sunny afternoon I saw thelady coming with a bundle of fur in her arms. She got closer and I sawmy sister! The lady put her down and I licked her and purred. The ladytold me this is "TAMMY." She is all better and we can cuddletogether again. Soon two ladies came and took us BOTH home. We are happilyplaying together safe, well-fed and loved. Thanks from both of us, PETPRIDE. We owe our lives to you.

-"TOMMY," the Cat

(c) PET PRIDE, P.O. Box 1055, Pacific Palisades, CA90272

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TRIXIE Speaks...

I don't remember ever living anywhere except withmy Mom because she found me hungry and sick when I was just a bitty babyand fixed me all up. But my Mom got real sick and they took her away withlots of sirens. I was alone in the apartment except for Mrs. Jackson, ourlong-time friend and neighbor, who came in every day to take care of me.She has two cats too. One day we left in her car and I ended up at PETPRIDE'S "Home for Cats." I missed my Mom and I didn't want toeat or play. I just needed to feel my Mom's soft pats on my fur. They toldme that my Mom was very ill and had to stay in a nursing home and I hadto be brave for her sake because she would come and see me when she could.Finally, Mrs. Jackson and my Mom came. I was so happy because I thoughtI could go with them but Mom said I had to stay at PET PRIDE. She had tearsin her eyes which dropped on my coat. I nuzzled close to her purring buttoo soon they left me again. Oh yes, I have great kitty pals here and thefolks give me pats, good food and love but it's just not the same. I missmy Mom so much that I ache inside. Mrs. Jackson brings Mom every two weeksand I live just for these days. Mom tells me to be good and to eat andplay and maybe somebody will adopt me and take me to live with them. Iam 12 years old and most people want a younger cat and besides I just can'tunderstand why I can't stay in my Mom's room with her. Yesterday when theycame they told me that Mrs. Jackson's cats will be coming soon to livehere. Mrs. Jackson is moving to a senior apartment building where catsaren't allowed and she was crying too. She doesn't have the money for anyother place. There are other cats here who had to leave their homes becausetheir Moms or Dads couldn't take them to a new place and none of us canunderstand. We all lived inside, use the litter box and are well-behaved.The PET PRIDE people are upset when they hear about places that don't allowcats. Everybody knows that people need friends and a cat is such an easyto care for and loving friend that older people even LIVE longer havingone. Cats teach responsibility and give lots of love, affection and a softpurr. Our owners need to keep trying to fight these laws against us andgive us a chance. We really ARE worth it!!!

-"TRIXIE," the Cat

(c) PET PRIDE, P.O. Box 1055, Pacific Palisades, CA90272

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