I love, love, L ❤ VE @lovetofoster‘s page and completely found them by accident (through some other gothic or witch-like page, naturally – it was the wing’ed black beauty I came across first!)
I mean…if winged (black) cats existed, I’d fight tooth and nail to be the guardian – I’m not sure much is cuter (except of course our black cats…and their older siblings…and every other cat on the planet, especially the huge ones…and the black ones. . .)
Anyway, love this page, and love the Halloween inspired images they’ve added lately. Even better are the wonderful people behind the scenes…because those who rescue and foster have beautiful hearts. ❤
Another precious ad for rescue and adoption from MCASPETS in Texas (randomly found this on Facebook and love the fun and humor they use to gain support and exposure for these wonderful animals.)
I love the nod to Wednesday Addams with this adorable rescue and adoption ad posted by MCASPETS on Facebook! ❤
I’m not familiar with the organization, but love that they are using humor and fun to help gain exposure for these precious animals. 🙂 Spread the word!!
This is one of the cutest ads I’ve ever seen…
Fortunately, many of my friends are guardians to rescued animals, and further promote adopting animals in need of a good home. Our two boys were also rescued and I feel honored they are a part of our life – one never knows where they might have gone.
Thankful for the beautiful hearts in the world…
Despite that this refers to only one day of the year (whereas I experience this around 2 am EVERY morning) I think this meme is adorable…
Without fail, by 2 in the morning I’ve been jumped on and mewed at. By both of our black cats. “MOM, I’m HUNGRYYYY!” would be a fair translation. If not that, it’s Keku saying “you DO know breakfast is coming up, right? I mean, I just want to make sure your don’t forget or anything…”
By 4 or 5 am they’ve been pushed to their limits so the second round of waking me up usually results in silencing the little ninjas…
My Jungle Cats never fit the “can-I’have-that-piece-of-fish” feline stereotype (so much so that I pondered if the whole thing was a made up gross generalization.) I have to say it made dining at home a lot easier. Unless of course I was eating meat.
These days I feel like I’m always ready to pull the water bottle trigger, lest one of the boys abscond with my dinner (I’m looking at you, Musashi!)
But. . .
I’d not change it for the world.
My boys and my hubby (and a few shrimp so I don’t get hangry!) are all I need.
I’ll take having to guard my food as par for the “love-my-boys” course.
When I had to let my two melanistic F1 Jungle Cats go many years ago, I was so devastated that I refused to have cats at all – my heart was broken and I just didn’t want to go through it again. All or nothing.
But when faced with a debilitatingly painful situation in my life, a close friend gently suggested I think about it… Bearing time alone – or any time at all – hurt so much that I was nearly unable to function.
One of the boys, a rescue, was taken into a home, and then brought back to the foster because the new family thought – because of his fur color – that he was “bad luck.” He was one of the sweetest kittens any of us had met and I decided – if he liked me too – that he would travel back home to live with me. For good. Black cats and I have a habit of working out. ❤
As fate would have it, a second all-black, bob-tailed rescue would show up…and the two of them got on famously.
The rest was history, and now we have two beautiful, jet black boys, Keku and Musashi.
I remember nearly every day how lonely I felt back then…and how lonely I’d feel now without them. Even when I get mewed to death an hour before dinner time, I’d be crushed not having them in my life.
No matter what I’m doing, they’re there just hanging out, with sweet spirits and ridiculously silly antics to assuage any bad day.