Shadow is the clever big boy of the group, who’s figured out how to use the dog door. We try to be indoor-only here, but far too frequently, I find Shadow waiting for me at the front door when I get home from a long day of work.
Bringing Sage home from the animal shelter was when I realized that I wanted to operate a rescue. Poor Sage had spent an entire year at the shelter. For some reason, no one was interested in taking on a friendly 12-year-old cat with no other health problems.
Of the seven cats under this roof, Spike has a most special place in my heart.
Right before Thanksgiving of last year (2018), a call went out for a winter foster or permanent rehoming of this approximately 10-year-old grey cat. Spike is a former feral who has seen some stuff. His ears are tattered from past fights, and he’s totally deaf. Spike is also blind in one eye. And completely toothless.