Dudley was a dog that we found wandering up and down the road for weeks until we finally caught him. He turned out to be a totally lovable goofball once he got over his fear of people. His fur had been a dingy yellow, but now has deepened to a nice honey color. He loves to stand on top of his doghouse and bark at the birds that sit in the oak tree overhead.
Bobbi is a very, very sweet but very skittish little cat that we caught outside, having been feeding her for several weeks. She also has no tail, but we are not sure if she is a Manx or just simply a kitty born with no tail. She doesn’t even have a stub..there is nothing there! But what a cutie she is. You have to hold her an extremely weird and particular way, almost like a violin, so that she can rub her chin on your shoulder, which she does with great relish. 🙂
This is a group known as “The Kittens” although they are about five years old and each weigh probably fifteen pounds. There are four, but I couldn’t get a good pic of Ricky, the pretty orange boy. The others, in the above pic are:
Top: Ethel Mae and Fred
Remember wee injured hole-in-her-head Tastykake? She grew up to be an absolutely gorgeous cat–a Snowshoe Siamese! Here she is rolling around being silly and her eyes are all dilated. She did have her tongue stuck out, but I don’t think you can see. My favorite thing about her coloring is her little “milk mustache”.
This was taken in 2012. We had found a tiny kitten in the yard, in the dark and discovered she had been attacked by…something. She had a horrible hole in her head and was rushed immediately to a vet.
We got her all stitched up and took her home. This kitty became our beautiful Tastykake–very bossy and sure of herself, always into everything.
This, my friends, is one reason why we need your donations–so that when we find animals like this that need help, we can take immediate action.
Bubba and his sister, Cissy, were part of a litter of five puppies that my stepdad found in an abandoned trailer. He looked after them until they were weaned, and he tried and tried to catch the mother dog, but couldn’t. Finally when the puppies were old enough to be away from their mother, he took them all. We adopted out three, and kept two. Two were returned. The two sets of littermates are well into their teens and have their share of old-age problems,but they are all very sweet puppos. This is Bubba, who was always the most robust of the group, but now failing vision and joint issues slow him down a bit.