A heartwarming tail

It’s a holiday weekend, so let’s end today’s posts on an upbeat note. Here’s a 6½-minute video of a wounded veteran who, on the verge of suicide, had his life saved by the appearance of a black and white kitten. The story is a bit sad, too, and if you don’t tear up at the end, you’re made of stone.

There are other videos at the Mutual Rescue site.

h/t: Karl



  1. Platters Raspberry
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 2:36 pm | Permalink

    ‘Tail’ not a pun?

    Good grace, senility beckons.

  2. BJ
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 2:43 pm | Permalink

    Consider my heart warmed. Didn’t eve know that was possible. Thought it was a cold, dead husk inside, powering my body purely on cynicism.

    • Craw
      Posted May 28, 2017 at 9:11 pm | Permalink

      A man’s reach should exceed his grasp
      Else what’s a heaven for?

  3. Randy schenck
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

    That’s the power of cats.

  4. Barry Lyons
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 3:10 pm | Permalink

    Thanks for posting that. It was beautiful.

  5. Jeannine Lanigan aka pghwelshgirl
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 3:33 pm | Permalink


    Because was hoping for a happy ending. Not a sick, dying cat. Even if Scout did experience love and support at the end. Have lost one cat to FeLV, one to FIV.

    I also have PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, low functioning.

    Not from military experience, but from personal, social, family betrayals and abandonments. Lifelong. I persevered, thrived for decades, until the enormity of the past few years knocked me flat. Am currently on near poverty level SSDI.

    My rescued cats have been a tremendous source of support for me, as well as as vital part of my identity. (And no I took in no new cats while on disability – they are all aging cats acquired during times of employmental, prior to the 2008 recession. See RIP Thomasina on this site for one example.)

    Now, because my husband has abandoned us, is not getting help for his recently diagnosed neurobiological/psychological disorders, my ability to care for the cats and find comfort in them is increasingly limited.

    Every day, I look at them, wonder how much longer we can go on. And when, not if, I make the call to have them put down. Because, knowing the shelter system, I would never send a pet there.

    Dammit, if my husband were getting the help he needs, if his family, OUR friends weren’t circling the wagons around him in their ignorance, my cats and I wouldn’t be in this crisis.

    If a camera crew came to my house, our situation might go viral.

    In the meantime, . . .

    • rickflick
      Posted May 28, 2017 at 6:02 pm | Permalink

      Tough situation. Good luck to you and your cats.

    • somer
      Posted May 29, 2017 at 3:33 am | Permalink

      Thoughts are with you

    • Diane G.
      Posted May 29, 2017 at 3:58 am | Permalink


      Please take care of yourself. Google ‘depression hotlines’ and try to find an agency/person with whom you feel safe to confide in. Don’t try to get through this alone. And hug those cats for me. I care.

  6. claudia baker
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 4:22 pm | Permalink

    Very heartwarming indeed.

  7. Posted May 28, 2017 at 6:10 pm | Permalink

    Beautiful story.

  8. Michael Fisher
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 6:47 pm | Permalink


  9. Blue mAAs
    Posted May 28, 2017 at 7:08 pm | Permalink

    Good to know:
    I am soooo, so .not. made of stone.

    Maybe of a puddle.
    Bu’ least, … … not of stone.


    • Gemma Jillian
      Posted May 28, 2017 at 7:42 pm | Permalink

      yeah. likewise.

  10. Rhonda
    Posted May 29, 2017 at 1:49 am | Permalink

    That is a beautiful story. I adopted a little stray a few years ago; I had a very stressful job at the time and she soaked up all that negative energy as soon as I got home each day.

    I had to have her put down (after having had her for only a year – Feline Aids) and I must admit that I have never mourned a human the way I did that cat (I was 40 at the time).

    • Michael Fisher
      Posted May 29, 2017 at 1:55 am | Permalink


      What is her name? What type of kitty was she [personality]?

      • Rhonda
        Posted May 30, 2017 at 2:01 am | Permalink

        Hi Michael,

        She had some silly name when I adopted her and I just kept calling her Pussy. So she became know as Pussy (plus my family name) which really made the people at the vet office laugh. It made her sounds like a porn star. She was so gentle and loving. She ran to meet me when I got home each day, meowing “hello!”.

        • Rhonda
          Posted May 30, 2017 at 2:02 am | Permalink


  11. Mike
    Posted May 31, 2017 at 8:38 am | Permalink

    lovely story

  12. carolyn
    Posted June 2, 2017 at 6:50 pm | Permalink

    It touched my heart. Everyone needs someone to be there and show they need us

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