My name is Carmela, I am a snowshoe kitty and a DIva too. I was born at the local animal shelter and was supposed to be euthanised, when a rescue group saved me, my mom (who looks just like me), and my brother (Roscoe, who passed away at just 6 months old). My mother adopted me and Roscoe together when we were about 16 weeks....Roscoe had a heart attack and died very unexpectedly in Nov of 2007. I was and am still heartbroken...he was my protector and I loved him very much. My mom has tried to replace my brother with Frankie, who I like ok enough, but he just is not my Roscoe. Anyways I spend my days being a DIVA, and sleeping alot. I am very smart and have a very keen sense of smell....I love my mom the most of all.

My name is Stewie. I was rescue by a police officer who found me while on a call. My leg was broken in two places and my tail was broken, and I was only about 6 weeks old. The people I lived with abused me too, so I am a bit of a scared-y cate. The policman took me to a vet who did surgery and put two pins in my leg. She then contacted a local rescue group and that is how I was adopted. I too was supposed to be just a foster kitty, as my mom already had 2 other kitties, but I am just too sweet....I am a tuxedo, I'm a bit overweight, and I love my daddy kitty Frankie too....

My name is Trooper. My dad found me on his college campus when I was about 4 weeks old. I had two open wound on my back, and flies were coming from the wounds. When my dad took me to the vet she found maggots living inside...pretty sick I know. Six weeks and two surgeries later I came home, and was only going to be a foster  kitty, as my dad and his mom already had 3 rescued cats. However, I stole both of their hearts and am living with my 2 brother cats and 1 sister cat. The vet said that I am a miracle kitty...I am very very smart, I play fetch like a dog and walk across the freezer door like a tightrope when it is open, I'm a real daredevil. My BFF is my kitty dad, Frankie...I just love him.