From commentor Luci:
I have always had cats that have come to me in some fashion or another. Either I found them on the street, I’ve gotten them from someone who has found them, or they are cats I’ve gotten from my family farm. Willi, the black/orange/butterscotch furball came to me one day as I was driving back home from doing a flea market with my sister. She and her husband had headed home in another direction than I, and I’d tried several times to call her on her cell phone, but with no answer I was getting worried, as we’d both been on the road some hours. I was getting fairly close to home, when a black kitten crossed the highway ahead of me and sat down to die on the stripes in the middle of the road. I’m not exactly sure how I knew that was what the kitten was doing, but I did, and I also “knew” that that was MY cat. So, I pulled over as fast as I could, got out of the car to go grab her if possible, and when the kitten took off across the road, I chased her across three more lanes of traffic and caught her in the ditch in the other side. By this time several vehicles had pulled over to see if I needed help, but when I held up the kitten in triumph, they left, and I put her in my car. She crawled into a large manila envelope that was on the passenger side floor down by the heater and stayed there, and I drove right to the vet’s. (My sister called shortly after this incident, and so not only had I succeeded in catching my kitten, but all was well with my sister too. :)
The kitten turned out to be a little coal black female with a few orange hairs here and there, and my vet told me she was both freezing and starving to death, so she’d not have lasted much longer out there. We brought her back to health, and as she grew, the orange hairs turned into lovely patches of color, and she is what you see in the picture. She does have irritable bowel and has had to have some treatment for that, but she’s about 10 years old now and she IS “my” cat. She is seldom far from me when I’m home, and she misses me when I’m gone. She is named for Willie Nelson because of his “On the Road Again” song.
The little striped cat with one eye is named Kitten, and I took her from the farm because she had a serious eye infection and needed medical help. She did lose the eye, and the socket is sewn shut, but she got used to life that way and does fine with it. At first she didn’t see things coming on her left side, but now she compensates, and it’s really not noticeable. The neighbor kid calls her The One Eyed Wonder. :)
I have three other cats, but these are the most memorable I think. I cannot imagine life without cats, and I will always believe that the ones you rescue are the greatest pets, as they never seem to forget what you did for them. Plus, one gets to feel so virtuous. :)
(I think Willi and Kitten have the right idea — whatever the injuries inflicted upon you, living well is the best revenge!)