We got an urgent call that Harrison’s person could no longer care for him, and his adorableness, good nature and all-around wonderfulness made him easy to place immediately. He is safely with one of the kind people who’s been patiently waiting to adopt.
We’re happy to report that JJ has been adopted! Oh so soft and oh so much fun, “JJ” has personality plus and loves to be the queen of your world. But, she’s a kindly queen and rules with love. She’d probably prefer a quiet home with no small kids or dogs, but another mellow cat might be just fine.
At the risk of stating the obvious, Oscar is PAINFULLY CUTE and about the most adorable Himalayan cat we’ve ever seen. Those cheeks!! He absolutely loves people and so enjoys a good cuddle and a chat. And, he’s curious – he loves to follow you around and see what you’re up to. But, we’re seeing that he’s not crazy about the other cats he’s met through rescue. We’re thinking he’ll do best as your one and only, i.e. a single cat home, where he can be the center of your world. Probably no small children either. Oscar is in Las Vegas, so we’re hoping a kind person in Nevada will fall in love and adopt him, but anyone reading this and heading that way could possibly meet him and give him a forever home.
Cute as a little button, Jasmine is a sweet social gal who can’t wait to jump into family life with you! What a perfect little lady she is, and what a face!! Did we mention that she’s social? We think she gets along just fine with other like-minded cats.
Snow Bunny is a big fluffy ball of pure love. Her humans are needing to make some changes, leaving snuggly Snow Bunny looking for a new warm lap in a forever home to call her own.
Neutered Male 14 y/o Silver Shaded Persian – DECLAWED
Usually a very snuggly social guy, Beau is in mourning right now, since his beloved person passed away. He’s lucky to have friends that reached out to us – and YOU – to help him find a new family that will make him smile again and enjoy his golden years. We hear that he’ll fit right in. He loves people and other nice cats and all he asks in return is love and patience (and food and a warm lap, of course.)
Our friend Bubba passed away in February 2020. He was adopted in 2008 and his name was Marshall at PHCR.
His mom says:
His full name was Bubba Gump, because like the movie character, he had a naïve sunniness of disposition, and never met a stranger. He had been found in Vacaville and deposited at Solano County animal shelter until PHCR took him in and we met him. A black Persian with copper eyes, he always loved to answer the doorbell at our house so he could extend his left front paw and turn about so his bum could be scratched. We were unaware of his doglike friendliness at first, but we soon experienced what an unusual cat he was.
We adopted him from Wanda’s PHCR cat garage in Mill Valley because we felt sorry for him—he was a shrimp, only 6 pounds when young and healthy. Furthermore, he snorted and grunted with every breath and step, because his nose was so short. We never had to wonder where Bubba was in our house, because you could hear him across the house. But he was unusual in many ways.
He was trainable—I used to train my collies and show them in obedience trials, so to amuse myself, I gave Bubba a chance to show his stuff, and he did. He learned to sit up and beg, and to speak—he never was sure which was which, so if you told him speak, he would often sit up, and vice versa, or do both at once, but he loved his tricks and did them night and day, sometimes when not ordered to perform. I would be watering my orchids and I would turn around, and there was Bubba, quiet, in full begging position, beseeching my back to pet him. He only ever got a pat on the head, like a dog, and “Good kitty!” was enough reward.
He assumed odd positions—he liked to sleep with his front paws against a pillow or chair arm, as though a nursing kitten kneading his mother. He crossed his paws when at ease, front or back. He loved the furnace intake, fans, or our faces as we breathed, and would join us to read the morning paper, or books and magazines, on the dining table, just so as to feel us breathe. At the end of his life, he fell in love with his HEPA filter because it breathed, and would sit next to it with a dreamy look on his face. I’m a psychiatrist, so I always imagined these things reminded him of his mother. I liked to imagine he was an only kitten. This was partly because he loathed other cats, and so terrified our big rescued Maine Coon Maggie, that she hid in the closet when she heard him coming.
Hs was unmoved by catnip, but loved anthurium tips and made them his daily salad. He adored being brushed and groomed and having his face and whiskers washed. He loved my husband Chris and me equally and completely, and always met us at the door of the garage entry when we returned each day. He had a repertoire of howls (always five, after using his litter box), chirps, and a special bray, like a donkey, when he wanted attention.
He gave us endless pleasure, and we ensured that when he became mortally ill, he went happily and optimistically across the rainbow bridge. Our thanks to his vet, Rachel Griffith (who used to work with Wanda), and to PHCR, for giving us 12 years with a really special animal!
Jojo the cutie pie just wants a new human buddy to follow around and love! Other cats might frighten her, so she’d prefer to be your one and only, please.