By Laurence Cruz, California
My wife, Patty, and I called Kata our miracle cat. She was a unique blend of qualities packed into one tiny gray kitty. Kata was the nighttime neck-hugging, streetwise toast of our colorful Los Angeles neighborhood. She was also best buddies with Orange, a tough rescued tomcat with whom she agreed to share her home. But one day Kata left our lives.
By Stacy Rae Lake, California
At two thirty one morning, I was awakened by an energy surging through my body. I sat up in bed and heard an inner voice from my spiritual guide, the Mahanta. The voice was telling me, “Go to your computer and put in these words: “Persian-cat rescue.”
By Linda Anderson, Minnesota
My husband, Allen, and I decided an older, mature cat would be the right fit for our family. We figured it would be easy to adopt a senior cat, since aging cats often languish in animal shelters and rescues.