Cat Digs Out of His Own Grave!

Like something out of Stephen King’s novel, Pet Sematary, Bart the cat returned five days after he was “killed” by a car and buried.



Humane Society of Tampa Bay


Around January 20th, 2015 in Tampa, FL, Bart sustained extensive injuries when hit by a car. Thinking him dead, his owner, Ellis Hutson, and a neighbor buried him in his yard. But Bart was not dead. Seriously injured, he clawed his way out of the dirt and reemerged in the yard of neighbor Dusty Albritton.

Albritton says the cat was “dead in a pool of blood and stiff.” But the Humane Society, who are experienced in seeing cats “come back” from severe trauma, explain that most likely Bart was unconscious and then awoke and climbed his way to the surface of the shallow grave, hid for a few days until hunger drove him to seek food at a familiar location; the neighbor’s home. The myth of cats having nine lives ruminated from the cat’s incredible resiliency and ability to recover from serious injury. Bart suffered head trauma, a broken jaw and will lose his left eye. But he is very much alive and was never dead. Inexperienced in detecting vital signs in an animal, Bart’s owner and neighbor erroneous made an assumption that could have caused the cat’s demise even where the car did not.

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Ariel and Elisabeth

This tale really begins in 1994 when I fostered a litter of kittens for Kitty Angels of CT, a non-profit, no-kill cat shelter. Two of the kittens, Sammy and Shadow, brothers who looked nothing alike, won my heart and I adopted them. They were my children, my babies. Sammy (the fluffy one) in particular tugged my heart strings hard and we had a strong bond. My brother used to joke that they would have to put me in a straight jacket if anything happened to Sammy.

Shadow lived to be 13 and passed away from cancer in 2007. This was tough on Sammy as he had lost all of his prior feline friends as well and he was, for the first time, the only cat in the house. The day after Christmas 2009, Sammy passed away in my arms. He had been slowly going downhill since his brother passed and the vet could really find nothing serious wrong. I believe he just needed to be with his brother again.

December 28, 2009; one day without a cat in my home was too much. A friend whose horse was boarded in the same stable as mine told me about a little feral kitten that had been trapped; her husband was the animal control officer and they wanted me to have the kitten. I went to see him and he was so skinny, full of fleas and worms and so scared, I took him home. He stayed hidden pretty much most of the time, but I pet him as often as possible as I worked to get rid of his parasites and put weight on him. I named him Binx, after the cat in the movie “Hocus Pocus” (although my Binx was not a black cat, but dark grey like my Shadow had been, except Binx has white paws, belly and a tiny white strip on his face). Another kitten had come to my attention. Also at the stable, the owner informed me of a cat (or kitten, she wasn’t sure) that had just appeared in the hay barn and was living amongst the bales and seemed afraid to come out, though he meowed a lot and seemed friendly enough. On January 1st 2010, I went into the hay barn and found him; a cute Maine Coon cross about 7 months old. I brought him home hoping he would help Binx to socialize. I named him Jake, after the cat from the old Disney movie “The Cat From Outer Space.” Binx and Jake were instantly best friends.

Since that day, I have fostered quite a few more cats and kittens for Kitty Angels, but I was still searching for that “one” that would make me feel as Sammy did. First, I wanted a cat that at least looked a bit like him, with his tri-color markings, cotton-soft fur and bushy tail. Though Jake was a medium hair with a bushy tail, he actually had an aloof personality, despite how vocal he was and how friendly he seemed. And Binx, well, Binx let me pet him, but he was still feral. I loved them, of course I did, but I still wanted that “special” kitten. One I could raise up from a little kitten just as I had with Sammy.


A female cat named Misha, with pretty fur, an adorable face, and grey and white markings a bit like Sammy’s came into the shelter in March 2010. Though I was not going to adopt her, I discovered she was pregnant and I told the shelter owner that I would foster her and maybe keep one of the kittens if I drew any special bond to one. There was no guarantee any of them would have her fur or markings, but it would be fun to foster kittens from birth anyway.

On May 3rd, 2010 Misha had her kittens. Two boys and two girls, all long haired. The 2 girls were both black and white, one with more white and the other with more black. The boys were grey and white on one and the other tiger and white. It was the most beautiful litter of kittens I have ever seen. As they grew, I knew I would adopt one of the girls, but deciding which one was tough. They had the soft fur, the look and were both born right here. I named them Ariel and Elisabeth. Ariel I named after one of my favorite TV characters and I just like the name Elisabeth.

It took close to two months, but I decided to adopt them both! Just in the nick of time, as someone was interested in maybe adopting Elisabeth. Logic told me I had in the past adopted both Sammy and Shadow, brothers who had been born on May 8th, so now I should adopt both sisters who were born on May 3rd.

And that is how I got Ariel and Elisabeth. I have since adopted an ex-barn cat and a foster of mine who came to me as a pet that had been thrown out to fend for himself and had lived on his own so long and had sustained so much abuse he was vicious. Now, he is one of the sweetest cats I have ever owned. It’s amazing what love will do for an animal!




Ariel (lower left), Elisabeth (middle bottom)
The 2 brothers, Specs (behind Misha) and Ewok
(next to Elisabeth) were both adopted together.


In Memory of Macy

Macy died as a result of being given up

Macy was a sweet wonderful cat

I hope this article makes it to Macy’s original owner. Maybe that sounds cruel to some, but somewhere along the line, someone must learn the truth about “throwing away” their cats.

Macy came to me direct from his “original owner” (I hate that term since it makes him sound like an inanimate object, and he was anything but), along with his sister, Siara. Both were about 3 years old.

She gave them up because she took in a roommate who was allergic to cats. She convinced herself giving them to a cat shelter with a no kill policy was the absolute best thing. The Humane Society would just put them down, she justified to herself.

A lot of people “justify” giving up their pets for this reason. It’s no longer their problem if they give the animal away to a shelter. Right? Wrong! Shelters are over-loaded, especially no-kill shelters, with these “justified throw-aways.” They cannot take any more, which leaves the “kill” shelters or dumping them on the street, or leaving them behind in an apartment or house, or packing them up like trash and leaving them on the step of a known cat lover. Or, as some do, simply throwing them away, literally.

In any event, Macy and Siara came to me as foster cats. They were siblings and Siara (calico female) was shy, but she came out after a bit as her brother, Macy (orange and white) was so friendly and loving. 

And they did indeed find a home… a “perfect” home so it seemed. The young couple had been together a long time, they had other cats, they loved cats. But, when they broke up shortly after they adopted Macy, Siara and a third kitten, the cats were moved around until they finally found their way back to the shelter. But, Macy by this time was ill, thin and dehydrated. So many moves had taken their toll. He had been “given up” one too many times. He passed away shortly thereafter.

When I heard the news I cried. I am taking Siara back as a foster, as she is not doing well at the shelter without her brother. She will stay at my boyfriend’s house (as I am full right now with fosters) where she can get home care. Macy was one of the nicest cats I had ever known. He will be very missed.

But I worry now. I worry for Siara. Can she take yet another move to another home? Her brother couldn’t. Foster cats, shelter cats, cats “justifiably given up”… they move around fairly frequently. Sometimes too frequently, and they become exposed to many things. They become depressed and they sometimes die. All because someone did not take the time to find a roommate who did not have allergies to cats.

So, if you ever get in a situation where you “need” to give up your cat(s), don’t think just because you sent them off to a no-kill shelter, that life will be roses for them. You might be sending them to more stress than you are going through, you might be sending them to their death!

*Ask a shelter to help you find a way to keep your cats!*