What's your purrmance story with your cat?
This is my rescue cat Mouseface and I last summer at the vets office the day she adopted me.

I’ve been involved in cat rescue for around 2 years now in Quebec where we have one of the worst overpopulation problems in Canada. I volunteer with several incredible groups and individuals who work tirelessly day and night seven days a week helping homeless cats who find themselves on the streets or in one of the several high-kill pounds in Montreal area, who without our help would end up as just anonymous statistics. We’re are blessed to partner and collaborate with many amazing rescues across Quebec and Ontario whose ongoing support allows us together to save lives every day. Another major piece of this rescue puzzle is our transportation network who many times a week band together to get these deserving fuzzmonsters into the arms of their fosters, adopters and rescues near and far. That’s where Mousefaces story begins…

She found herself at a kill pound north of Montreal abandoned and unwanted. One of our Toronto rescue partners snatched her up and we punched her ticket to freedom! I had volunteered on the transportation run to get her as far as Brockville that day. I have participated in transports of many cats, many of whom are very scared, confused and agitated, my heart breaks and I always tell them “You’re safe, in a few short hours you’re new life begins”. There was something different about Mouseface, I put her crate on the front seat facing me and off we went on her freedom ride. I remember looking over at her after some time and she was laying there so quietly, so serene. She looked right into my eyes blinking slowly. I opened the crate to give her some chin scratches and she wrapped her paws around my arm and squeezed tight. She just laid there and didn’t let go for rest of our trip. Once we arrived at our destination and all other passengers were transferred to next driver I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. She not only wrapped her paws around my arm that day but my heart. Fast forward 1 year, turns out she’s not so quiet and serene, she does some pretty wacky things like surfing across the hall on my bathroom carpet… some days drives me mad, but she’s got a wicked personality and makes me laugh, she reminds me every day of why what we do is so important. I love my little Mouseface!