Single 33yr man seeking women for dating and pet dating :: Cherry Hill NJ United States : currently not online

I was born and raised in England, but spent most of my adult life in the USA. Started on the West coast, in Los Angeles, and over the years have been moving Eastwards, and currently am in New Jersey. I have loved animals all my life. When I was in Los Angeles, I was given no choice but to give a home to someones unwanted cat. And a while later, a tiny kitten found in the parking lot near death was also placed in my care. And the rest, as they say, is history. I have been taking in societies unwanted cats since then. And why stop at just cats? That is when a curiously large number of wild animals suddenly appeared demanding my care and attention. And so now, any lost, sick, injured, orphaned, or abandoned animal of any species who finds their way to me, places themselves in my protective care. Domestic, exotic, wildlife, to me they are all the same. My life is dedicated to doing the best I can with the little resources I have to keep my animal sanctuary going. All my personal dreams and ambitions in life are put aside until I have provided the best possible lives for my creatures. Flying airplanes has been put on hold, world travel is now just a distant memory, and I cannot become the excellent vet I know I could be, simply because I have no time to do so. The time-money-animals triangle is something I cannot escape from. Its like that rock-paper-scissors. One beats the next which beats the next which beats the first one. With the animals, I have no time to make the money to provide for the animals. And without the animals I wouldn't need the time to make the money to care for nothing. I could be a vet, or I can care for animals. I cannot do both. Welcome to my nitemare of decisions, and indecisions. I support animal welfare organisations and given the opportunity would love to play an active part in their campaigns to save animals.

What is a pet and what are my animal guests? It is hard to divide them up into family and friends. Most species of common wildlife have passed thru here over the years. Bambi, Raccoon, Groundhog, Opossum, Rabbit, Snake, Birds, and three different species of mice. Not yet had a Squirrel, which I find quite strange, although I have other animals that are very much Squirrel-like. My Genet, my Ringtail cat, are both skittish creatures. Along with my Brushtail Possum, they comprise my 'exotic' category. My current wildlife inventory is just two Opossums, and a half dozen mice. It is February right now, and winter is always a quiet time in the re-hab world. And then there are my cats. The current tail count is 41 spread over tree tribes, and a couple of singles. A handful will migrate between tribes. Their population was divided and sub-divided as rivalries became apparent. Officially I am at capacity and am eager to build a new facility for them all. Of course as history has proven, the more space I make for them all, the more bodies arrive to fill available space. I remember the day I had just 19 cats. The place I built for them then was just perfect. And then along comes this homeless neighborhood cat with a litter of kittens in tow, and her next batch 'in the oven'. Her and her sizable family added 15 tails in no time at all.

To some of my animals I am daddy. They seek me out, they like to spend time with me. To many of the others I am the thing that brings them food and cleans up after them. And to a few, I am the big scary monster to hide from. You can take the cat out of the wild, but cannot take the wild out of the cat. The more unsociable ones I don't force attention on them. Makes giving vaccinations and other medical needs difficult, nigh on impossible.

I am a man seeking a woman age 18 to 30

Non-smoking, animal lover, and intelligent. These things are a must. Beyond that, I just want someone I can have a decent conversation with. An adventurous spirit and a desire to travel to far away places to fight for animals rights definitely a plus. Very much looking forward to hearing from you soon

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Buffy

Buffy came from an animal shelter. She had an allergic reaction to fleas which made her lose much of her hair and become covered in scabs so her previous owners dumped her at the shelter. I took her in, and she grew to be a beautiful cat. Buffy was hit and killed by a car shortly after moving to our new address which I thought would be move safe than where we were previous. I was wrong.

Pretty Girl

Pretty Girl was found in my yard in a horrific condition. Barely four pounds, just half the weight she should have been. She had open abcesses over her abdomen and massive dental decay and subsequently found to be FELV+. The first vet I took her to wanted to just kill her. The second vet was willing to work with me to do the best possible for the cat. Over the next few weeks, her sores cleaned up, the dental problems were treated and following a blood transfusion, her CBC came back into the normal range. Her weight got back up to 9 pounds, and against all the odds, she was making an excellent recovery. Then one day I thought she might enjoy some fresh air and took her out on the balcony. She panicked, jumped off the balcony and took off into the woods, never to be seen again. Her medical condition was such that without continuing treatment, her time was short.

Fluffitt

Fluffitt was caught when he was a feral kitten. So wild as a youngster, he grew up to be an extremely gentle cat. His long hair would sometimes get so knotted I would have to shave him. He fell victim to FIP when he was just six years of age.