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Adopting Ogden Changed My Life

Adopting Ogden Changed My Life

I never thought there could be anything sweet about lying in a dark room disabled by the symptoms of my chronic illness, but then we adopted Ogden.

The day my husband and I brought Ogden home, he was a shy and skittish cat who hid under a desk and hissed at us whenever we came too close. He’d been found on the street by a Trap-Neuter-Return program for feral cats, so he was used to surviving on his own. We were going to have to earn his trust.

Love + Time = Magic

Love + Time = Magic

When our beloved kitty passed away last year at 14, we were heartbroken and our home felt empty. We'd already had the best cat companion ever, and could never replace her. But when we heard about a local rescue group needing foster homes, we felt that fostering wouldn’t betray her memory.

Cat Town’s Foster Coordinator told us about a cat at the shelter who was really struggling. “What's his name?” we asked. "Well, the volunteers call him 'sad tabby''. That was all we needed to hear. We nervously agreed to foster and along came sad tabby, now known as Briggs, straight from the shelter. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.

Our House is Now a Home with Elsa

Our House is Now a Home with Elsa

When Elsa arrived at Cat Town, she wanted nothing to do with people and even less to do with other cats. She tucked herself into corners and did her best impression of a turtle, retracting her head any time a hand came near. My fellow volunteers and I worked to soften her, but had little success.

A few weeks into her stay, my boyfriend, Elliot and I stopped by. We both agreed that something about Elsa’s lack of interest made her all the more lovable. Elliot reached into the cubby where Elsa was hiding to let her sniff his hand, and for the first time, she did. We didn’t know it then, but our fates were sealed in that tiny moment.