Cats available for adoption

MichaelangeloDonatelloCrumpetYogiRockyCreamsicleHoneyBunMangoToffeeAbigailCharlieCammieAce
Michaelangelo
 . Michaelangelo .  . Michaelangelo .  . Michaelangelo .  . Michaelangelo .
I was one of four kittens born to a stray mom-cat. Luckily for us, she chose exactly the right yard to make our home. The family that lives in that house has been helping the stray cats in the neighborhood with the assistance of PZF. Almost all of the cats have been trapped and fixed now so they are more peaceful and don’t fight. As soon as she saw that we were weaned, the nice woman took us inside, where we received good food and loads of love. When we were old enough to be fixed, the PZF volunteer took my brother and I to PZF to find our own homes. We are bouncy silver tigers, and as sweet with people as much as we love to tussle with each other. The smaller kittens in the community room sometimes seem like squeaky toys, so we are learning to be gentle friends to them. If you are looking for affectionate, clever, entertaining and classically gorgeous kitten-boys for your family, look no further!
Donatello
 . Donatello .  . Donatello .  . Donatello .
I was one of four kittens born to a stray mom-cat. Luckily for us, she chose exactly the right yard to make our home. The family that lives in that house has been helping the stray cats in the neighborhood with the assistance of PZF. Almost all of the cats have been trapped and fixed now so they are more peaceful and don’t fight. As soon as she saw that we were weaned, the nice woman took us inside, where we received good food and loads of love. When we were old enough to be fixed, the PZF volunteer took my brother and I to PZF to find our own homes. We are bouncy silver tigers, and as sweet with people as much as we love to tussle with each other. The smaller kittens in the community room sometimes seem like squeaky toys, so we are learning to be gentle friends to them. If you are looking for affectionate, clever, entertaining and classically gorgeous kitten-boys for your family, look no further!
Crumpet
 . Crumpet .  . Crumpet .  . Crumpet .  . Crumpet .
I’m not quite sure about my first weeks. I was about four weeks old, and taken to the shelter because I had a limp in my hind leg. After a little time of love and cage rest, my leg was fine, but all of me needed OUT! The PZF folks came to get me, and the PZF doctor declared me fit as a tiny fiddle. More love followed from lots of the volunteers, and I loved to cuddle, and purred a lot. I was still cage-bound, so one of the really fun fosters took me home to play with her three other like-sized little foster girls. I got a little scared and shy there. While I was just fine with people, I had spent a lot of my formative weeks without other kitties. I really love people, but other cats, even little ones, can easily intimidate me. I came back to one of the community rooms at PZF for a controlled introduction to new cats and kittens, and I am learning to enjoy and trust them as well. I love being picked up and snuggled, and I like playing with people. Let’s play fetch! … with springs and balls and mice (and that red dot!) until I fall down exhausted. I really think I would live happily with another gentle cat. I am a fastidious groomer, and very tidy with no bad habits. I don’t talk very much, but make up for it with lots of purring. Come by and meet me sometime!
Yogi
 . Yogi .  . Yogi .  . Yogi .  . Yogi .  . Yogi .
Yogi was turned into the city shelter as a “stray,” so we don’t know anything about his past. We took him to PZF, as he didn’t have much of a chance getting adopted at the shelter. Yogi doesn’t walk exactly straight. His head seems to want to turn, but he has mastered forward motion just fine. If he were just a kitten, we would suspect a birth condition, cerebellar hypoplasia, which affects coordination, but not personality or intelligence. And he hollers. We thought he was upset, but then we did some experiments, and he appears to be deaf. Other than that, Yogi is in the peak of good health. Sadly, we have no history, so Yogi remains a man of mystery. What we did discover is that he is extremely affectionate, and wants to be with people. He sleeps under a desk at PZF, on the floor or in a chair, and seems perfectly at home. When he is in the community cat room, he isn’t wild about being with adult cats or kittens, so we think he was a well cared for only cat who was loved by a person with a desk. Oh – about the name. Yogi has catcher’s mitt-sized feet with lots of toes. And he makes us smile and be happy. Yogi Berra would be proud of his namesake. Yogi would make a perfect family cat – although young children may prove to be unsettling to him if they cannot conceive of his deafness and how to approach him without surprise. He is very mellow, and just needs a person or two to help him feel safe, secure and loved.
Rocky
 . Rocky .  . Rocky .  . Rocky .  . Rocky .  . Rocky .
I was discovered in an industrial area near some railroad tracks with my brothers & sisters. Unfortunately, our Mom was was missing in action. A good samaritan called PZF at just the right time and found they had room for a few more. Yay! We had a doctor appointment, a bubble bath, and some other “not so fun” stuff which we were in serious need of. Turned out we were in good health overall, and we love people as well as each other and other kittens. I took my time growing but, within a week, the rest of us were big enough to be fixed and ready for homes. We all remember a home, because that is where we grew up with people, and became so confident playing with them. My brothers & sisters have all found homes and now it’s my turn! I’m too little to tell you how we ended up as hobos but I have a big purrsonality and I know we’ll have fun creating a lifetime of memories!
Creamsicle
 . Creamsicle .  . Creamsicle .  . Creamsicle .
Boy do I wish I could tell my story! I was found as a dirty, skinny 4-week-old kitten with a badly fractured hind leg. The shelter asked PZF if they would take me in and fix my leg so I could be healed and would never have to live on the streets again. At that time, I was estimated by weight to be only 4 weeks old. It’s a good thing that cats live in the present – I can barely remember those days, and it has only been a couple of months. There really can be miracles. A surgeon managed to fix my leg with a tiny plate and 5 screws to hold the two ends of the bone together. My leg bone was about the size of a pipe cleaner I bet. The volunteers all held me gently and cooed over me when they weren’t carefully cleaning the oil and grime out of my ears and fur. Soon I felt much better, was walking well, and as clean and fluffy as a calendar kitten. After a long cage time to allow the bone to knit fairly well, I needed to learn to get along with other kittens. I was so self-centered and pushy, it took a plucky little calico kitten (see Peeps) to teach me manners. Now I play nicely with my kitten and cat friends in the common room. After my weeks of solitary cage rest, I LOVE all people. You are the best thing ever!!!! You made me feel safe and cared for after a nightmare experience. My purrs never stop except for when I must race off and join kitten antics periodically. I would love to have a home of my own, and maybe Peeps could come too. Let’s get together; I bet you can’t leave without me.
HoneyBun
 . HoneyBun .  . HoneyBun .  . HoneyBun .  . HoneyBun .
*** COURTESY POSTING - Peter Zippi Memorial Fund Inc will provide you with the appropriate contact if you are interested in learning more about this fabulous feline. *** HoneyBun was left behind at a Veterinary Practice by her person’s family after they passed away. Lucky for her, one of their wonderful Veterinary Technician’s decided to foster her until a new family can be found. This fabulous woman couldn’t even take HoneyBun in until recently because she prefers to be your one and only. Are you looking for a cuddle buddy? HoneyBun is the one. She just loves to cuddle with you whether you are watching TV or sleeping. HoneyBun would do best in a quiet home. One with no young children and someone who is retired or works from home. She is generally sweet and sometimes playful. At 7 years young she just likes what she likes! Overall she is healthy and up to date on her vaccinations. Are you the one who will offer this fine lady #FURever?
Mango
 . Mango .  . Mango .  . Mango .  . Mango .
My sister, Penny, and I were orphaned kittens taken to the city shelter. We were three to four weeks old, and not quite sure about that dish of stuff called “food.” Then, a miracle! The PZF people came to get us and our foster mom had a bottle waiting with real food in it! We soon learned the tasty benefits of the solid food, and did very well in her home. I grew like a weed, and beautiful Penny took her time. We loved each other and were fast friends and playmates, until I was big enough to come back to PZF and be fixed so I could find a real home. Penny went to live in a little girl cats’ foster group, and met some new girlfriends to keep her company. I love to be with both people and kittens! I play nicely, and snuggle with whichever kitten wants to share a bed in the community room. So everything turned out OK. Well, almost. This is where you enter from stage left. I have been waiting for the next act of my life, and the casting volunteers have been looking for you. I have no bad habits, and am very handsome, so I can wait for just the right family to take me into their home. You don’t want to miss out…
Toffee
 . Toffee .  . Toffee .  . Toffee .  . Toffee .
PZF received a call from a City Shelter to see if they could take our family. There were nine of us newborn kittens with our Mom, Sophie. Well, we think she's our Mom. Sophie and most of us were brought in together. Some others of us (we could never get a straight story whether there were two or three – seriously!) were brought in as orphans that same morning. We were all the same age, eyes tightly closed, only a day or so old, and Sophie accepted the extras immediately. The ten of us went directly to a foster home on Easter Sunday (also April Fool’s Day!). There was already a plan. At three weeks of age, the four largest would go to live with a bottle feeding family. We would have gained the important elements from Mom’s milk, but the sheer volume of milk needed would have been a strain on her and us from that time forward. Plus, with only 8 seats at her table, the tiny ones kept getting pushed away, and needed supplemental bottles anyway. The four babies that went to the new home had a loving dog and 3 little girls as nursemaids, and grew just as fast and healthy as the five staying with Sophie, and the littlest one finally caught up in size. We all love people, other kittens, kids and dogs. Well, a few of us had to get used to dogs, but that was easy for us as little ones. Sophie really loves people, and we never experienced anything but love and play and cuddles from them either. We do come in all sorts of colors. Come and meet our amazing family – you will be very tempted to our spirit into your life permanently. Some of our brothers and sisters are already charming homes of their own. Take a look at Sophie while you’re there – she is gorgeous!
Abigail
 . Abigail .  . Abigail .  . Abigail .  . Abigail .
My owner brought me to the shelter for reasons I can’t understand. Neither can the volunteers at PZF. The shelter staff all loved me, and asked them if I could go stay at PZF. I am so lucky to have had supporters in my life after “home.” I was underweight and had a cold when I was left at the shelter. After a couple of weeks of treatment and good food, I was healthy enough to get fixed and then be available to go. It was love at first sight when the PZF volunteer met me there. I showered her with kisses and head bumps when my cage door was opened. She took me right back where I had a roomy cage in the community dorm room. If cats there are not pushy or grumpy with one another, we can all come out and climb the cat tree, look out of the window, and play with loads of games and toys together. If you are looking for a silky, sweet, and extra-affectionate family member, I’m your gal.
Charlie
 . Charlie .  . Charlie .  . Charlie .  . Charlie .
Charlie and his littermates were taken into PZF as stray kittens. An older PZF volunteer fell in love with him, and gave him a beautiful loving home. She had no relatives, and Charlie provided love and companionship for the rest of her life. They both remained part of the PZF family over the years, celebrating her birthdays with parties and enjoying her festively decorated apartment for a few Christmas parties. Charlie always welcomed visitors inquisitively and with complete acceptance. He learned from his “Mom” about unconditional love and peace. Charlie moved in with a volunteer when his “Mom” passed away. He was incredibly resilient in managing the loss of his only person and home. He met the two resident adult male cats openly without wariness or aggression, as he had done throughout his life with new people and visiting dogs. He was already acquainted with the resident dog. As days progressed, he worked right into the daily flow, helping with laundry, bed-making, and watching TV. Charlie had to learn that this person was not going to be home much during the day, and when she was, there was a lot of jockeying for position to get attention. He remained respectful of others while also stepping up for himself. Charlie is as smart as he is gracious, and learned his personalized automatic feeder immediately. At 20 pounds, he does not like to be picked up, but does not resist; he wiggles to ask to be put down. He follows like a dog from room to room, and sits next to the person for TV, reading or knitting, not on the lap, please. His purr can be heard on the next block, and he actually drools when he is being given love or a brushing. The month before he came back to PZF, he had a complete senior wellness exam including bloodwork and urinalysis. His teeth looked good and did not require a descaling. Charlie is in great health. If you would like an adult that is pretty much perfect on all counts, have time to give lots of love and a brushing every day to maintain his gorgeous, silky fur, you should meet Charlie.
Cammie
 . Cammie .  . Cammie .  . Cammie .
I was a neighborhood cat; enjoying the people and especially the nice food and fresh water they gave me. Unfortunately, I was also enjoying an active kitty social life, and one night I just threw caution to the winds. Several weeks later, four babies appeared. Uh-oh! Did I mention that I was smart? My favorite person had left her door ajar, and that was just the opportunity I needed. I carried my new babies inside, very pleased to announce that she had guests. Oops! That was another misstep in planning. The two cats that lived inside immediately voiced their serious displeasure in our moving in, and we needed immediate relocation. PZF was able to take us in, and we lived in a really nice foster home. After my kittens were weaned, I came to PZF to be fixed and find a permanent indoor home. I am very composed and lady-like. I socialized well with other friendly cats at PZF, and also enjoyed the people in my foster home and the PZF volunteers as well. While I am not busy and really active, I am a sweet and calm friend for anyone needing a more spiritual cat. This has been a strange journey, and I will blossom when I find my perfect destination and person.
Ace
 . Ace .  . Ace .  . Ace .  . Ace .
“Ouch! What happened? Ow ow – my leg!” I was a little 4 month-old kitten, when something happened to break my hind leg. Someone found me on the street, limping and a little dirty, and brought me to the city shelter. They x-rayed my leg, and saw it was not a bad fracture, and that it could heal while I remained quiet in a cage for a few weeks. “Are you kidding me? Hold still for weeks?” The PZF people came to take me to their place to heal. Holding still was very hard, but my leg healed perfectly. And now I’m making up for lost time being an active little guy, and I really love to play. What young guy doesn’t? They noticed that the fur on the tip of my tail was all dried into a paintbrush shape, and worried that there was something wrong. A bath revealed nothing of concern, and the fur dried fluffy and nice. The next morning, my tail tip was a dried paintbrush again. What was happening? A clever volunteer watched me from afar, and discovered that I suck my tail like a thumb. Someday I’ll outgrow that, but not yet! A year has passed, and because I have a very confident personality, I tend to be overlooked for the cuddly kittens, and less active adults. I am really smart, and love challenges and to challenge the volunteers in return. Some of my favorite games are hiding in closets, on top of cabinets, and watching them search for me. I have begun learning to walk on a harness, and have lots of fun helping in the office, as I am determined to find out what makes the copier spit out papers. I am fine with the office dog. Well, I bully him a little because he is smaller than I am. I chat with other cats through the screen door of another room, but they need to come to me slowly in person, because I get a little nervous. I would be a lot of fun in a home, probably not with small children, as I wouldn’t be very patient with being held tightly or grabbed by surprise. I still suck my tail, but not very often, and I am the most fun trickster you will meet.
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