Burl
HEY YOU! I’m over here. Yes, it’s me, Burl the cat, here at the Animal Care League and I’m talking to YOU. I’m not going to be shy about this. I’m here to sell you on my good qualities, highlight my talents, display my good looks, reveal my intelligence, and parade the reasons why I will be a stellar pet. This is an assignment made in heaven.
I’m an exceptionally handsome brown tabby. I have chubby cheeks, soulful yellow eyes, and a body blessed with both size and grace. My plus sized frame is powered by slim muscular legs. I run and climb with great agility. I like to think I have the athletic build and talent of a football player the caliber of Mike Singletary. I live in adoption suite four with a couple of other feline guys. I like to perch at the top of the cat tree where I can survey the room, keep an eye on the other guys, and get first dibs on people coming into the room to visit.
Visitors can’t help but be taken with me. In addition to being good looking, I’m also dazzlingly affectionate. I like to sit in people’s laps, purr, and give head bumps to emphasize my enjoyment of their attention. I’m outstandingly good at grooming. Not only do I keep myself well coiffed, I like to groom people. This is a rare skill. (Might I say talent?) While I will freshen people up with conventional cat licks, I will also, when the spirit moves me, use my mouth and paws to gently style their hair. It is the lucky person who leaves adoption suite four styled by Burl.
My intelligence shines in my ability to read people and felines. I’m a very quick study. I intuitively zero in on people who are open to Burl lap and play time. This enables me to get to these people before the other cats in the room even finish checking them out. I have the same superior level of intuition when identifying other cats who will be my pals. Not every feline can be a part of the Burl in-group but when you’re in--you’re solidly in. I have observed that not every cat is fortunate to have this intuitive sense of who is right for them. It is a gift!
I’m living a good life here at the Animal Care League. I have feline and human company, a comfortable room, food, toys, and even a cat tree. I have my good looks, brains, and talents. What I don’t have is YOU. Yes, you. I need a person or family all my own to love and be loved by, to entertain and be entertained by, to style and be styled by. I will bring so much to your life. Your life will be “Burl-ized” and you will wonder how you ever got along without me.
I’m an exceptionally handsome brown tabby. I have chubby cheeks, soulful yellow eyes, and a body blessed with both size and grace. My plus sized frame is powered by slim muscular legs. I run and climb with great agility. I like to think I have the athletic build and talent of a football player the caliber of Mike Singletary. I live in adoption suite four with a couple of other feline guys. I like to perch at the top of the cat tree where I can survey the room, keep an eye on the other guys, and get first dibs on people coming into the room to visit.
Visitors can’t help but be taken with me. In addition to being good looking, I’m also dazzlingly affectionate. I like to sit in people’s laps, purr, and give head bumps to emphasize my enjoyment of their attention. I’m outstandingly good at grooming. Not only do I keep myself well coiffed, I like to groom people. This is a rare skill. (Might I say talent?) While I will freshen people up with conventional cat licks, I will also, when the spirit moves me, use my mouth and paws to gently style their hair. It is the lucky person who leaves adoption suite four styled by Burl.
My intelligence shines in my ability to read people and felines. I’m a very quick study. I intuitively zero in on people who are open to Burl lap and play time. This enables me to get to these people before the other cats in the room even finish checking them out. I have the same superior level of intuition when identifying other cats who will be my pals. Not every feline can be a part of the Burl in-group but when you’re in--you’re solidly in. I have observed that not every cat is fortunate to have this intuitive sense of who is right for them. It is a gift!
I’m living a good life here at the Animal Care League. I have feline and human company, a comfortable room, food, toys, and even a cat tree. I have my good looks, brains, and talents. What I don’t have is YOU. Yes, you. I need a person or family all my own to love and be loved by, to entertain and be entertained by, to style and be styled by. I will bring so much to your life. Your life will be “Burl-ized” and you will wonder how you ever got along without me.
Oswald
My name is Oswald, and this is my story. I am a Boston Terrier, and I was born in a puppy mill in Oklahoma. I stayed at the puppy mill for about five years, because they used me to make new Boston Terriers. I lived in a small cage all that time. A lot of my hair fell out, and I got a very bad disease in one of my eyes. I never got any exercise, so my body was in bad shape. I didn’t get much medical care, because as long as I could still make puppies, nobody really cared if I was healthy or not.
Then the puppy mill was closed down, and some people who love dogs put me and some other dogs in a truck and drove us to Illinois. I heard that I was going to a place called the Animal Care League in Oak Park. After a very long, hot drive, we finally arrived. When the people at ACL saw me, I heard them say “Oh dear.” Blood was coming out of my bad eye, and I guess I didn’t look very good at all, what with my hair falling out and my misshapen body. I was afraid they were just going to put me in a cage and forget about me, but instead they said I was going to get extra special care.
I went into a foster care home, where it was clean, peaceful, and comfortable. I immediately fell asleep and stayed asleep for three days. When I finally woke up, my foster family gave me the best food I ever tasted and gently put medicine on my bad eye. Then I went back to sleep. This went on for quite a while, but then the playful, loving dog that was buried inside me woke up. I danced when my foster mother talked to me, I learned to play with toys and other dogs. I learned to go for a walk. My coat grew back in, and my eye got much better.
The people at ACL said, “He’s ready. Oswald is ready to find a home of his own.” So I went up for adoption at ACL, and the people who were to become my family came in and said, “Oswald is the dog for us.” They took me home, and I became their loved pet. I’m so happy now, I sparkle.
I want to say thank you to everyone who helped me get here: the people who rescued me in Oklahoma, the staff at Animal Care League, and my foster family. But most of all, thank you to my own dear people. It will be my privilege to be your faithful companion for the rest of my days.
Then the puppy mill was closed down, and some people who love dogs put me and some other dogs in a truck and drove us to Illinois. I heard that I was going to a place called the Animal Care League in Oak Park. After a very long, hot drive, we finally arrived. When the people at ACL saw me, I heard them say “Oh dear.” Blood was coming out of my bad eye, and I guess I didn’t look very good at all, what with my hair falling out and my misshapen body. I was afraid they were just going to put me in a cage and forget about me, but instead they said I was going to get extra special care.
I went into a foster care home, where it was clean, peaceful, and comfortable. I immediately fell asleep and stayed asleep for three days. When I finally woke up, my foster family gave me the best food I ever tasted and gently put medicine on my bad eye. Then I went back to sleep. This went on for quite a while, but then the playful, loving dog that was buried inside me woke up. I danced when my foster mother talked to me, I learned to play with toys and other dogs. I learned to go for a walk. My coat grew back in, and my eye got much better.
The people at ACL said, “He’s ready. Oswald is ready to find a home of his own.” So I went up for adoption at ACL, and the people who were to become my family came in and said, “Oswald is the dog for us.” They took me home, and I became their loved pet. I’m so happy now, I sparkle.
I want to say thank you to everyone who helped me get here: the people who rescued me in Oklahoma, the staff at Animal Care League, and my foster family. But most of all, thank you to my own dear people. It will be my privilege to be your faithful companion for the rest of my days.
