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 Paul Twitchell
Jadoo was a half-Siamese, silky, black, lady cat, whose intelligence and psychic abilities, including out-of-the-body projection, could equal any homo sapiens with definite talents in this field.
By Peter Skrivanic, Kyoto, Japan
At ten years old, I went with my family to our local humane society in Oakville, a suburb of Toronto, Canada, to find our first family pet. Looking from cage to cage, I stopped before one that held Sam, a six-year-old, gray, male tabby cat with yellow-green eyes. He was large, slightly rotund, and older than most of the other cats in the shelter.
By Sri Harold Klemp
Laura Lee, from Canada, had a cat named Crabby. Guess why. The cat was mean; she showed no consideration to anyone but Laura Lee. In fact, she loved Laura Lee so much, she’d get under her feet so that Laura Lee would trip.
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 Harold Klemp
Some of us are cat people, and others are dog people. I think I’m more of a cat person, although I also like dogs. In fact, we have a little dog at home. Molly is a sweet, forgiving little animal whose main reason for being on earth is to love somebody—even a cat lover.