Have 5 cats here, all rescues and their own hard luck tales. Closest thing to a “Nala” is my recent rescue, Gus, who I rescued from my own block. I live in an Arizona desert area where homeless cats have only days or weeks to live because of our population of Red Tailed Hawks, Owls, and Coyotes. LOTS of coyotes.
I noticed a friendly gray tabby wandering around the area and I knocked on a lot of doors. No one claimed him. So I made it my mission to bring him in. He was a regular on our block, but once I made this decision, I didn’t see him for nearly a month. Then he came down the sidewalk one day. He looked pretty skinny and hungry. I followed him around for over an hour before I found a chance to pick him up and carry him home. He squirmed a bit at first, then settled down for the ride. I think he knew I wanted to help.
I was going to give Gus up to a favored local shelter, but I couldn’t part with him. He’s been at my side now for 5 years. He’s my best buddy. We both are very lucky.
