FUR “sanctuary cats” are special needs cats for whom finding a home in their current condition is unlikely. Some have health issues or have sustained life-altering injuries. Others were found and remain feral. Still others greatly prefer to be outdoors (and would be at greater risk away from FUR). But we do not consider these cats “unadoptable.” Far from it. We have worked with many sanctuary cats who eventually went on to fabulous furever homes. They just did it on their own time. Until then, they can count on the love and safety at FUR.
I was hit by a car some time ago and just haven't been the same since. I've healed quite a lot since that horrible ordeal but both the volunteers and I know FUR is likely my furever home. I'm pretty ok with that...the volunteers love me, it's a safe place away from cars, and I can rely on regular feedings (though I want to eat much more than they let me).
I'm a sweet boy, but there is just too much going on inside of the Sanctuary. I prefer to stay outside where I can run or sunbathe on the hood of cars. I can very often be found on the side deck where I can watch the other cats or the humans as they go about their daily chores. It's nice, they talk to me and, if I'm feeling generous, I'll let them pet me.
The kittens at FUR may think I'm a grumpy old lady, but the truth is all those young'uns running and jumping and playing is just too much for me. I'm not going to keep them from having fun though, so I just stay out of their way. You can usually find me on a shelf, on top of the temporary cages or curled up in a warm bed on a chair. I often just like peace and solitude, but I also enjoy good head rubs and some delicious wet food on occasion.
Callie, Marla, Galley and Roo
Marla, Galley and Roo came to us as 8-week old kittens born to feral mom Callie. The 4th kitten in the litter was never found.
Callie gave birth under the building that used to be the old Maggie’s Galley Restaurant. The family was still living there when it closed and was scheduled for demolition. We had to get them out but they were already past the age where we could sufficiently handle or socialize them, so they had to be trapped. They'd had had no contact with humans.
Now, five years later, they seem grateful for the love and reliable safety we humans at FUR provide, but they still prefer to keep their distance. We know they love us in their own way.
This handsome orange tabby arrived at FUR in the fall of 2015 as a terrified, feral 3 month old kitten, saved by Haywood County animal rescue icon Charles White. Trapped from a colony located on a busy road, he was supposed to be returned once he was neutered. He was so frightened when approached by humans that his cage would shake with his trembling.
Needless to say, he remained at FUR and quickly made friends with our inside cats. Humans, on the other hand, not so much...except for one volunteer who he will hopefully go home with one day. But at least his trembling days are far behind him.
Visitors to FUR often think Boots and I are the same cat because we look so much alike. But the FUR volunteers can easily tell us apart: I'm bigger and I prefer to hang out on the windowsill in the kitchen instead of on some dusty old shelf! (I have pretty bad allergies, so all that dust would just make things worse.) It's a good life here at FUR. I sneak extra food in the kitchen when the volunteers aren't looking and I get lots of sunshine and love. What cat could ask for more?
I used to be an outdoor cat, but I wasn't really doing so well out there...I was pretty scared so I hid a lot in the horse barn.
The sweet volunteers at FUR thought I might do better indoors, so they gave me a corner room with lots of sunshine. I love this cat tower thing they gave me. That's usually where the volunteers find me. They are all very nice and try to come in and love on me, but it's still pretty hard for me to trust humans, so there's only a few I let touch me. But boy, oh boy, how I do love those few!
Visitors at FUR often want to pet me when they see me, because of my fluffy fur. But the volunteers know that while I may be brave enough to walk around the building, I generally try to stay outside of arms reach of most humans. It's nothing personal...I just never really had good luck with people before FUR and so it takes me a long time to trust. The volunteers keep trying though, and I appreciate the warm beds and yummy food. I may never trust people enough to end up in what the other cats call a "furever home," but ya know what? I think I'm ok with that. These people at FUR are my family, and this Sanctuary is my home.
Roxi is special not just because she is a pretty little gal with spunk and attitude. She is a very rare orange and white kitty that is a female. And being a she, she can certainly cop an attitude at times. She does have a few sensitive areas that can result in a gentle nip at times. We are still working through these quirks with Roxi, but we are confident that one day she will be ready for her own furever home. Until then, she iso ne of the first to greet us at FUR, and we are just as happy to see her as she is to see us!
I'm a big boy, but I still maintain that at least half of my size is the fluffiness of my fur. And when the volunteers shave me every summer, I get my proof! I'm an affectionate indoor/outdoor cat at FUR and I enjoy the freedom of coming and going when I choose. The nice thing is that I never have to worry about whether I will find food, warmth and love when I come...I know I can count on the volunteers every single day!
I was living on the streets, and although I had a home at one time, when FUR found me, I was hungry and alone. Now I’m always among the first to greet the FUR volunteers in the morning and will even let them rub my belly.
The volunteers say I’m a hero. When one of their adopted kittens was returned to FUR with a severe, life-threatening flea infestation, I helped save his life by giving my blood for a transfusion. Really, I was just happy to help. FUR saved my life. I just paid it forward.
Like Tea Cup, my purrfect person was Cynthia, one of FUR’s co-founders. When she went to heaven a few years ago, we all came to FUR. I’m pretty sweet and I adore people. But I strongly prefer to be outdoors and FUR will not allow me to be adopted until I am more comfortable inside.
I’m pretty good with our arrangement in the meantime. I can go in or out as I please, I always have plenty to eat and I greet each volunteer as they arrive, so I get plenty of love. Maybe one day I’ll be ready to settle down and become an indoor cat. Until then, I’m happy to call FUR my home.
My purrfect person was one of FUR’s co-founders. When she went to heaven (cancer) a few years ago, my housemates and I, all came to FUR. Some have been adopted out. Some of us who were more feral, like me, remain. I dearly miss my momma, but the volunteers have all been great to me. As a reward, if I am feeling generous, I might let them get close enough to pet me. Who knows…maybe one day I’ll be ready to try for a new furever home. In the meantime, FUR is all the home I need.