The first example is of a British woman who made a 49 hour round trip to China (11,000 miles and £,1000) to fetch a cat she had befriended while working in Shanghai, China. She was fearful that her cat would been have eaten by the local residents. She worked in China so she knows what it could be like.
The trip included air, sea and rail travel. She was lucky: she discovered that the Dutch airline, KLM, would fly her and her cat to China and back to Amsterdam for £1,000. Her cat’s name is Ouka Douka and is a calico. Her motivating motto was that eternal truth:
“A cat is for life”.
She committed herself to that. Her name: Naiomi Swindlehurst, aged 42 from Blackburn.
The next story of committed love for her cat comes from America. A lady, Lauren Fanucchi, chased down a coyote who had grabbed her cat, Bandit, in the dark of the night. It was pitch black outside and she prayed to God for help to guide her to follow the route where the coyote had gone. The coyote was running. Lauren was scared. She thought she might run into a bunch of predators and be attacked herself. She pressed on. She was committed to saving her Bandit. She caught up with the coyote and scared the animal enough to drop her cat, who was still alive. Bandit’s jaw was broken. There was a head trauma and other broken bones. She says the vet’s bill is only money. Facebook fans helped financially. Love is greater than money.
The next story is about “trash-can death to happy life”. How many cats are chucked out with the garbage? By the way, I have just read the story of Chinese woman, Lou Xiaoying, who saved the lives of 30 babies over her lifetime. The babies had been thrown away with the trash, alive, by their parents. This lady deserves praise.
OK back to trash can kitty…This is a lady, Glorimar Anibarro, whose cats were poisoned by a neighbour; one of those nasty types who deals with cats who stray onto their back yard by killing them. There are quite a few people like that. The woman vowed to not have a cat again, at least for a while, because the loss of her cats had been traumatic.
She was putting out her trash on trash collection day, and low-and-behold, she stepped on a bit of smelly trash amongst all the rest, only it wasn’t trash, it was a kitten still alive but badly undernourished.
When you love cats you cannot ignore that. Actually if you have any heart at all you have to do something. As you can guess this lady picked up this bit of “smelly garbage” and took her to a vet. The bill? Astronomical. The reward: love in bucket loads from her mischievous new cat Marisol.
When you love a cat you get it back, times ten.