Cats with Blogs Can Make a Difference

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There are so many rescue groups out there because there are so, so many of us in need. Humans with big hearts try to save kitties like me from an early and sad fate. As far as rescue groups go, my heart belongs to MeoowzResQ because they saved my life when I was hurt and scared. Thanks to them, I now live a great life with my human mom and adopted brothers and sisters.

Cats with Blogs Can Make a DifferenceI’ve watched my mom blog for a couple of years now and decided that my own blog would be a good way for me to help other kitties. I see that lots of you out there feel the same way. Cats with blogs can make a difference. Together we all can make a difference!

Christy Paws

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Kittens Growing Up Together

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As kittens growing up together, my adopted brothers, Echo and Ocean, and I were very close, but not as close as they were, and are, to each other. As I told you in my introduction, I was mom’s third foster failure. Echo was #1 and Ocean was #2. Even after I came along, and no matter how many foster kitties were in the house, they were pretty much inseparable. You could almost always find them sleeping together.

Echo and Ocean, kittens growing up together

Echo and Ocean were inseparable

They don’t cuddle much anymore but you will still usually find them near one another. It is kind of funny actually. They lay about three feet away from each other, which is exactly what they are doing right now.

Since I was young and still a little insecure when I first came into the home, I always tried to cuddle with one of the bigger boys. They accepted me right away and took good care of me.

Snuggling with Ocean, kittens growing up together

Snuggling with Ocean

Echo and Ocean are both suckers for the little kittens, still to this day. Something in those boys makes them want to nurture the little ones.

Ocean with "his" kitten

Ocean and one of “his” kittens

I was younger and more tolerant!

I was younger and more tolerant!

I, on the other hand, as I have grown older, tolerate the kittens but prefer to supervise from an elevated position more in line with my status as queen of the house. I am usually on the back of my mom’s throne (which, of course, makes it my throne too), where she sits to work on her computer, or on the arm of the throne next to her.

Me, Christy Paws, on my throne

I’ll tell you more about Echo and Ocean in future posts. They each have their own unique story but Echo’s is especially interesting to me.

Christy Paws


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Let Me Introduce Myself

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Christy Paws with castMy first recollection of life is from August of 2009. I was in a cage in a very scary place in a lot of pain. I was just a few weeks old but I had a broken leg and tail. I heard them talking about me and no one knew how it happened or how I got there. They talked about something called euthanasia if a rescue didn’t save me. I didn’t know what that meant then, but my human mom has told me about it since and I guess I’m a very lucky kitty.

I was a pretty cute kitten, if I do say so myself, and I just wanted to love on everyone even though I was in pain. The shelter staff asked MeoowzResQ to help me and they said yes! They took me to the hospital, another scary place with cages, where they fixed my leg. Part of my tail had to be removed so now I have this cute little half-tail.

Oh, and somewhere along the line, not sure if it was at the shelter or from the rescue, I was given the name Christy Paws. Silly humans. I heard it was originally Christopher Paws, as if this gorgeous face could belong to a boy!

After a few days at the hospital, someone from the rescue, my temporary foster, came to get me and take me Christy Paws with casthome. I came to my foster home with another kitty named Earl Gray who also had a broken leg. For the first time in a long time I started to feel safe. I needed a few weeks of rest and recreation, oops, I mean recuperation, before I could be adopted. I turned on the charm with my foster mom and she just couldn’t resist me. I became her third foster failure. She explained this term to me and I began wondering if she was cut out for this fostering thing. There were a few kitties she let go of before me but I wasn’t the last failure! I love all my adopted brothers and sisters very much: Echo, Ocean, Fontana and Philly. Each one has their own special story.

Since 2009, my human mom has fostered hundreds of kitties. Thank goodness she couldn’t keep them all! I am the queen of the house and help with all these other kitties, but I prefer having her attention all to myself.

Life has pretty much been the same for me day in and day out for the past five years, but mom says there is a big change coming for us. She says things aren’t definite yet, so I’m not sure what will be happening. I’m kind of excited for a change though!

I hope many of you will stop by and introduce yourselves! I look forward to meeting you.

Christy Paws


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