September 26 is Remember Me Thursday, a day when individuals like you and rescue organizations from around the world unite with one common goal, to spread awareness about the plight of orphan pets waiting in shelters for their forever homes.
Winter sun kisses
Hopeful snow melts my fur warm
Reflections of Spring
As the ice melts after our recent ice storm, Ollie and Sly Pie ruminate their existence and what it means to be a rescue cat in a harsh winter. Read More
They’re soft, oval, smooth and come in a variety of assorted hues, such as pink, black and chocolate. When we look at them, we might be forgiven for thinking they’re sweet. They’re neatly embedded in and surrounded by what seems to be a floof of cotton candy in a rich variety of colors. In some cases there’s more floof than beans! If you’re just as obsessed with kitty bean toes as we are, you would have gathered by now that we’re not talking about a bag of candies or licorice allsorts, we’re talking about kitty jelly beans!
Charlie loves his garden and likes his picture taken next to the flower pots.
As we have highlighted in our Canada Day post, we bring you another ‘moving day’ rescue story of how Charlie joined the Chirpy Cats crew. It was December 2014 when I received a text from my husband with a photo of a cat behind bars with large alert eyes and a confident stare. The text read “Our new cat, see his big head”. He must be joking. I thought our Chirpy Cats clan of five was just the right number, you know, like the “Big Five”, in fact, we called them our “Little Big Five” and now he decides to adopt another. That was not in the memo, that was not the plan! He was supposed to just take two of our cats to the vet for their yearly checkup and vaccines, not to be looking at adopting more cats. But what struck me was the reason for abandonment, he was a July 1st cat or as I call them, ‘moving day’ cats, yet another of the many that are abandoned on ‘moving day’ in Quebec. Once my husband has his mind made up about something, he follows through with it all the way, so I knew Charlie was coming to stay and that was that. He wasn’t joking. Below, Charlie speaks his heart out about his brief brush with homelessness and how he spent five months in a shelter before coming to stay with us.