Davey, DSH, Orange and White, Male

Hi. I have a bone to pick and it's not a fishbone. I'm usually sweet and shy when I first meet somebody, but I feel I have to get this off my he-man's chest, excuse me please. I'll tell you my name, but it's a long story. Do you remember the old Johnny Cash song "A Boy Named Sue?" That could have been me he was singing about. Just the thought of it embarrasses me no end. Pardon me, I'm turning red.

My name. It all started when rescuers found us, me and my two siblings, huddled together on a lonely street in New Orleans. Hurricane Katrina was just about to bring all of us feral animals deep trouble, so the three of us were awfully lucky to be picked up and taken out of harm's way before the winds tore through our neighborhood and the levees broke. Now we were all very cute and I was especially gentle, so much so in fact that it led to a colossal misunderstanding at the shelter! They called me "Daisy"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I guess I should be glad my handle wasn't "Violet" or "Hyacinth.")

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Digger, DSH Black, Male
"Digger" is searching for Christmas this year. He is only a small creature, a dark bundle of fur that has never enjoyed a day free from suffering in his life. He has simply tried with all his might to survive as one year dragged slowly on into the next.

Digger was born into a "family" of 100 cats, all the products of cruel inbreeding and neglect, all the prey of constant parasites and disease, all essentially homeless. Living without love, without even adequate care, Digger is nonetheless the most beautiful boy inwardly. Maybe you wouldn't care if he couldn't win the Madison Square Garden Cat Show right now? His very sweet nature and a little heart as brave as a storybook warrior make him a jewel among kitties. He is without a doubt, first prize material.

His team of doctors and all of his Spaymart friends are very concerned that he find a true guardian (or even a foster until he is well) as soon as possible. Love, they know, is the finest medicine known to man-or cats…or any of God's creatures. Given big daily doses of love, Digger will make it!

Could YOU be THE caring, compassionate person to make Christmas last forever for this small survivor?

"God bless us, everyone," will be his happy ending wish for you.

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Delilah, Female, DSH Tortie

Delilah and the Philistine

I'm Delilah. Even though I haven't met Samson yet, I'm still a glamour girl and my claws can do the perfect job on his hair. (Maybe it's better for both of us if I never do meet Samson). My story is of Biblical proportions, too: good versus evil, you know what I mean? It goes like this:

I was just an innocent kitten living with my big family in what seemed to us like the promised land for cats (actually, the parking lot of a bunch of good guys called "Volunteers of America"). It was an awfully good place to colonize, because some super kind guys called "SpayMart rescuers" got permission from the Volunteers to feed us, IF they did it discreetly. So we immediately agreed to join this top secret confederacy and cooperate with their cloak and dagger methods. (Cats LOVE cloak and dagger). We obligingly disappeared during the day totally…I mean you couldn't see a shadow of a whisker anywhere. And then, after the offices closed and the parking lot emptied and we heard in the distance the sound of a SpayMart car, we appeared like 15 or 20 little ghosts, with invisible bibs and silverware, all lined up and ready for our daily feast.

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Doyce, Female, DSH BrownTiger

Hello, my name is Doyce and my story is all about a miracle. They DO happen, I know they do! And you will, too, when you hear what happened to me. I’m a dainty little girl who has always loved flowers. A while ago, I used to wander a neighborhood in Kenner, near New Orleans, where people had the loveliest gardens. The roses and the daisies and the petunias and the pansies would wave gently in the breeze as if calling me to come and play and I did. Yes, I admit that I never paid attention to private property rights. I just saw a flowerbed and ran right over to talk to those fragrant blossoms. There was one particular garden that I enjoyed so much, I kept visiting even when the gardener told me to “Scat!” I just didn’t think she meant it. ...

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Doyce is always together with Cleveland and it would be wonderful if they could be adopted together.