I'm a 14 year old cat named Bud, aka the Sheriff. I keep all the cats and dogs in line, but I'm a fair ruler. I smack all the new foster dogs at least once just to show them who is in charge. I am also ruler of the the Cat Mafia.
In the winter of 98-99 I showed up as a stray on my parents' back deck. They looked out the window and saw me standing in the snow. She took food out to me, and I ate, but then disappeared quickly. They didn't see me again until spring when I showed up with an upper respiratory. Attempts to pick me up did not work. So the next time Mom saw me she grabbed me and put me in a file box, which was the only thing she had handy outside. She then promptly hauled me in the box (it had holes for handles - don't worry) in the car a block away to the vet.
She had two cats who had never wanted to accept other kitties in the past, so she paid to have me boarded for 10 days so I could get the proper treatment. She also had me neutered at that time. When they brought me back (in a carrier this time), I didn't really want to leave the porch for long. But I would still make my rounds to go see my women-friends (I didn't realize for a long time that I could no longer have babies). But whenever they called me, I would come running.
Mom got extremely anxious about me being outside so one day she put me in her office. I lived there for a few months before I was introduced to the others. I became the Sheriff, and Clinton grudgingly shared his kingdom with me. I helped foster kittens, bathing them and teaching them things, and I watched out for Holly, the little seizure kitty who came in Dec. 99. Later, when they added dogs to the household, I started to patrol them as well and keep them in line.
I do not look or act 14. I do have early stages of kidney failure, which is controlled by a special diet, and I have rhinotracheitis - herpes - which makes me congested and sneeze a lot. Thankfully, it does not affect my eyes.
I am sort of a hero cat. I have stood up to dogs, and even chased them down (the neighbor dog went after my girlfriend once when I was still living outside - I beat his ass!). I've tried to pull Mom out of the tub on numerous occasions when I worried she may drown. And I alerted Mom to Holly's seizures. I do all kinds of gentle, kind things for the other animals, even though I can come off as a macho tough man a lot of the time.
----I passed away October 25, 2007 from lymphoma of the gastrointestinal tract. Now I protect mama from above, and I'm with my Beloved Holly.
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Holly's Place incorporated in April 2002. We've proven that we are here for the long-haul. As a foster network, we've accomplished a lot of good for animals. But at this point, we are ready to take our organization to the next level and build an adoption facility.
With a facility, think of how much more good we could do!
The problem is that grants for land are extremely difficult to get, and we can't even start applying for grant money to build a facility until we have some land.
So we must at least raise money to purchase land so that we can
So we are beginning a building fund.
Please help us reach our goal!
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Holly’s Place Animal Rescue is dedicated to helping solve the problem of homeless dogs and cats and improving the quality of life for all companion animals. Holly’s Place works closely with humane societies, animal shelters, and rescue groups to help insure a brighter future for our animal friends.
We generally focus on pulling dogs & cats from shelters when their time is up, and we concentrate on training & socialization in foster care prior to rehoming.
Financial assistance for spay/neuter is available to the public as well. With millions of animals being euthanized in shelters every year, spay/neuter is the single most important aspect to animal welfare. If rescue & adoption is a bandaid, then spay/neuter is the surgery. Both are needed in our opinion.
Holly's Place incorporated in and became a 501(c)3 nonprofit organization in 2002.
