I’ve had 3 cats adopt me.
The first, Tigger, was a typical female tabby, friend had a litter of kittens, we were helping find homes. Tigger went to a next door neighbor of mine who, thanks to the stupid superstitious BS fed to him by his mother, abused the poor creature. She got out one day and came to the door begging to be let in. Till the day she died she would avoid me like a contagious disease if I was wearing BDUs.
Mouse (grey kitty) and Chocolate(super dark brown almost black kitty) just showed up on my doorstep one day out of the blue. Chocolate was, erm, possessive of me. After living with me for six months, I had to deploy for a month. When I got back, Chocolate hung around for about a week, giving me the cold shoulder and then disappeared. Mouse, he was the shy one, would hide under the bed for three days if a stranger came in the house. After Chocolate left, he became a permanent fixture in my lap and turned out to be quite the fearless little fighter. He got out one day right after we moved into an apartment, I think the asshole downstairs set his dogs on him (we never saw him again and this guy had threatened this the day we were moving the cats into the apartment) Wish I had a picture of my sweet loving loyal Mousey little Terror
When we decided we needed cats, we went to the nearest shelter. As I sat down in the cat room, Havoc, all of 6 weeks old, ran up and plopped into my lap, laying claim to it. As I walked past a tall, cat tree in the room, her sister Pixel batted my arm as if to say “We’re a package deal, dude.”
Caelan was born under the house to a stray. Some wild beast claimed his littermates, but Caelan had made a habit of climbing me whenever he saw me outside, so he was inside by then and safe.
Brindle appeared on our porch on day, dropped off by her mother, who was Caelan’s sister. She knew we would take good care of her girl.
4 and counting. Now that we’ve moved to a bigger place, we’ll see if anybody adopts us.
My 2 horses picked me. Bob, the original, looked at me over the pasture gate just as I told someone “and when I get a horse I will name him Bob.” I looked at him, he looked at me, and I said “that’s Bob.” We were together for almost 27 years. The current version, Ariel, was a school horse. The first time I swung my leg over her I said to myself “she’s mine.” We are still working on our relationship–it’s only been 4 months. But the bond is there, it just hasn’t bloomed yet.
My kitty Ursala was the one who came to me at the shelter. I went looked at all the cats and none seemed interested. Except her. She hopped off her perch, came over for head rubs, then went back to her perch. I blurted out “I’ll take Ursala.” That was a year ago and she still loves head rubs.
When I was moving into my current place last year, my roommates’ cat Samantha noticed my blankets on the couch and curled up on them. That night she decided to sleep on the bed with me and she’s been my cat ever since. I think she was looking for a person since the other two cats, Durwood and Tabitha*, had already bonded to each other and my roommates so she was odd cat out.
Yeah, same thing happened with my black lab Dickens. Breeder set loose the puppies, and this one kept hanging around with me more than the others. Silly breeder didn’t put any color coded collars on them, so I was trying to get his attention while not losing sight of which puppy he was. Had him for 11 years, got his name when he kept interfering in my mom’s gardening activities-“Oh you little Dickens!”
My kitty actually chose one of my best friends who was with me at the shelter. A volunteer was trying to sell me on this tortoiseshell that wouldn’t even wake up, when I saw Matilda jump onto a table full of other cats and flop over in front of my friend for belly rubs. I figured, that cat has good tastes, so I took her home and she’s been by my side and in my face ever since.
This is not my story, but it has to rate pretty high on the “dog finds his human” heartwarming scale …
Ted is a German Shepherd-Akita mix who was one of those unfortunate dogs who ended up in a cage at the SPCA. He fell in love with Abbey, a shelter volunteer who was the only one that really seemed to care for him, gave him treats, and arranged for him to have a larger enclosure. One night Ted somehow managed to escape. He ran into town, somehow found Abbey’s house – no one knows how – and was waiting for her on the porch.
The union was so clearly meant to be that Abbey of course had to adopt him. Story and pictures here. Scroll down to the second picture – that doggie smile positively says, “I did it! I found my human! I is so happy!”.
My late little cat chose me, I was browsing the cages at the shelter, saw a small brown cat and though meh. Turned my back and felt something grab my pony tail. It was of course the non-descript brown cat. I didn’t chose a cat that day, but it kept nagging at me, so I went back and got him!!
