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Hi, I'm Stewie. First of all, the elephant in the room: I have no eyeballs. Which, of course, means that I'm completely blind. Now, you're probably thinking, "Oh, poor little baby! I bet he needs tons of special care!" but let me stop you right there. First of all, if it weren't for the fact that I literally do not have eyes, you would swear I must be able to see something. I can jump up and down on & off cat trees, follow people around, and play with toys. I can find my food, litterbox, and treats. I even love "looking"
There's no place like home for the holidays, so here are a few of the dogs and cats who will finally be celebrating Christmas and the new year with families of their own! Happy Holidays from all of us to you and your families (of all species). Watch here.
My name is Ziggy and I've been very patient. I've waited until Christmas is over because I know it's a busy time of year... and this is important. The thing is, I'm a magnificent dog. I'm a cuddly, friendly, goofy boy. I like little children and I LOVE toys. And I'm athletic and absolutely gorgeous. A head-turner... and also a big baby. I'm five-and-a-half years old, so I'm plenty energetic, but I do have manners. I know about living in a house and being a pet! The problem is this. Have you ever been, say, on Twitter and noticed that
My name is Smoke and I don't want to make you sad. I don't want to make you angry. Because I'm not either one of those things. I'm filled with hope and with love and with happiness! Yes, it's true that I haven't been treated kindly in the past. It's every dog's greatest fear that their humans will leave and never come back and... well, that's what happened to me. When the landlord discovered me alone in the home after my people had moved, he put me out on the street. I didn't know how to find food or fend for myself
You don't just need a cat. You need an angel. And you know what? Gabriel's not the only angel who can bring good news at Christmastime. My name is Michael. And I have good news. See, your cat search is over. And maybe it's not ending how you expected, exactly. Maybe you were set on a Christmas kitten and the idea of adopting a 10-year-old cat has never even crossed your mind. But consider it. Why not? But once you meet me... and, more importantly, hold me in your arms, you'll know. There's no need to look any further. I'll just melt
Does looking for a dog sometimes make you feel like Goldilocks? I mean, not the breaking & entering part. I'm sure you have respect for other people's (or bears') homes and property. But... does it ever feel like everything you see is too big or too small, too old or too young, too wild or too lazy, or just... too much? Well, my name is Cooper and I think you'll find that I am juuuuuust right. I'm about 20 lb- small enough that you could pick me up if you had to, but big enough that it's not usually necessary.
Are you dreaming of a white Christmas? Well, quit dreaming, you fool! Let's make it happen! My name is Diamond and if I look like a bit of a tough customer, well... that's because I am. Don't get me wrong. I'm an awesome cat. For one thing, I'm tremendous. 11 years old and 18 lb of snow-white fluff. Truly impressive to behold! But, the thing is, I'm not really a very shelter-compatible cat. I lived with another cat in my previous home and got along well with them, but living with one cat in a quiet home is just not the same
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was moving, not even...You know, I'm not one for old stories. They have their place, but... I think I'd rather write my own. Make it new. Make it mine. My name is Mouse... and this is the story I want to write. It's a story about being home for Christmas, of course. But it starts a couple weeks before. There once was a little cat named Mouse. She had big green eyes and little white mittens and a happy, loving heart. What she didn't have was a family
I keep hearing this story about this fella. His name was Rudolph. You've probably heard of him. My name is Ahsoka. Not Rudolph. And I'm a girl dog, not a boy reindeer. But... I find the story inspiring. A misfit who finds his niche. I can relate. In fact, I sorta think I might like to try joining Santa's reindeer team. I'm an Anatolian shepherd mix, which means I am a BIG girl. How big is a reindeer? Like, 400 lb? Well, I'm 80-90 lb, so... I reckon I'd fit right in! Slap a pair of antlers on me and nobody will
