Wild Rusty


My heart hurts when I think about Wild Rusty Wild Rusty. He came so far with people. He was one of the first cats that caught my eye back in 2003. He was so beautiful and being a feral cat, he faced his fears over and over.


I will never forget in the 2009 mudslide, he looked down at me from the highest place on the tallest cat tree in the lower house when the animal control people were trying to capture him. He was so afraid!! He jumped away from them and fell into two feet of mud. They caught him and put him in a carrier. By this time, it was almost dark. They brought him to the upper house where he and the other cats waited until we got the bunk bed room cleaned. When I started letting cats out of their carriers, Wild Rusty was one of the last cats to be released. He was one solid mass of wet and dry mud. I had a bowl of warm water and he stood right next to my leg while I poured water on him. Then I went to get more water and towels and he stood right there and let me clean him up. He was one very special wild cat. I will always remember the trust in his eyes that night.

-by Donna