10 Celebrity Lookalikes Who Admit It, Like Kate Winslet and Cate Blanchett, Who Just Play Along


Getting a dog or a cat to trust you can take a day or a whole year. Some pets walk into a new home like they’ve lived there forever. Others need months before they’ll let anyone touch them. Every adoption on this list started somewhere different, and every one of these families remembers the moment it clicked.
So I adopted an overweight cat a couple of years ago, and he’s my everything. He’s OBSESSED with people (mostly me, I love it) and just loves being around people. This whole time I’ve been trying to get him down to a healthy weight so he can live as long and comfortably as possible.
So last week I had to take him to the vet for his yearly shots and check-up, and we saw that he’d gone from 23lbs to just under 19lbs. The vet told me I was doing great and that he wished all cats were like him when they got their shots (he didn’t even notice, he was entranced by the vet tech giving him treats).
After that, they stepped out for something, leaving me alone with my chunky little support system, and I cried. Sobbed, really. This whole time I’ve been so stressed and feeling like I’ve failed him because I couldn’t get his weight down (apparently I was; I just didn’t notice).
Anyways, just thought I’d share that you don’t always see how good you’re doing until someone says it :)
I was working at a rock quarry just after high school, and this little puppy had gotten lost in a thunderstorm the night before. He was cold and soaking wet (middle of winter) so I put him in the back of my truck under the camper shell and gave him half my ham sandwich from my lunch.
Fast forward 10 hours to the end of the day and I had forgotten about him until I got home and my tailgate was still down. Turns out he had curled up in a pile of shop rags and gone to sleep.
So I named him Lucky and kept him. Awesome dog. He was some kinda Border Collie mix.
Adopted this boy at 3 years old. No one wanted him cause of his crossed eyes, hunts better than our other cat who has no eye issues.
When Dad passed, I only got his dog, Charlie. My stepsister laughed and said, “Guess you’d make a better dog sitter than homeowner!” A week later, I took off Charlie’s collar to bathe him. That’s when I noticed a sequence of numbers stamped on the inside of the buckle:
When I was little, before Dad remarried, we passed notes in a secret code where every number stood for a letter: 1 was A, 2 was B, and so on. Nobody else knew it. I grabbed a pen, did the math, and it finally clicked. The numbers spelled SHELTER.
In Dad’s desk, I found Charlie’s vaccination card. It listed one animal shelter across town. I drove there with Charlie the next morning.
The woman at the front desk knew him by name. Dad brought him back to visit every few months. She said Dad picked him because he was the dog who hid at the back of his kennel and wouldn’t come out for anyone.
Dad visited every Saturday for six weeks before Charlie let him clip on a leash. He’d told the staff the dog was really for me, for when I finished college.
Then she handed me an envelope Dad had left with her. Inside was the shelter’s ownership transfer form, already filled out in my name, and a note: “The house was never the important part.”
Charlie slept on my foot the whole time I read it. I signed the form and drove us both home.
My Labrador suddenly stopped eating at home and started carrying pieces of his food outside. Things at home were tense that year, and I thought he was picking up on it. I tried changing his food and feeding him by hand, but he kept taking pieces into the backyard.
One morning, I followed him and watched him squeeze through a gap in the fence into an abandoned lot. Beneath an old shed, a tiny stray puppy was waiting for him. My Labrador dropped the food on the ground and stood back while the puppy ate.
The next day, I found more pieces of food near the same spot, so I contacted a local rescue and helped bring the puppy to safety. After a vet checked him over, we adopted him. My marriage was ending, but my Labrador had somehow brought a new member into our family.
My parents adopted a 6-year-old Jack Russell who “couldn’t be with dogs, cats and kids.” We had another dog, there were 4 kids and a cat.
Don’t get me wrong, my dad has been raising dogs his whole life and knows that if you give them time it’ll be alright. They’re not born nasty or unadoptable.
She had been fighting with dogs at her previous home and it later turned out her previous owner used to be really mean to her. It took a year to fully adjust to the kids, she has NEVER ever been aggressive towards us. Just scared and we weren’t allowed to touch her.
After a year she learned she could trust us and completely opened up. My other dog basically taught her how to be a dog: how to play, how to go potty outside, how to play fetch.
It all turned out amazing. She’s 18 years old now and still with us. She is amazing and incredibly sweet and loving.
My dad, talking about the cat he was forced to adopt:
We had three pets pass away last year (from old age), and my dad was heartbroken and couldn’t bring himself to adopt another pet. But then my sister was taking care of a colony of feral cats and was having trouble finding a home for this cutie. My dad begrudgingly accepted the cat into his home, and now they’re inseparable. He sends me texts like this and videos of them playing all the time.
My family walked by the kitty adoption center in our local PetSmart while we were shopping one day. The volunteer was cleaning their cages so I went in to pet them because they were all running around. They were all very cute but a particularly friendly orange one named Buddy caught my heart.
My mom came in to pet him at this point because I gave her puppy dog eyes through the window. She thought he was sweet too, but she didn’t want another cat because we’d just lost a kitty a few months prior.
As we were leaving, a family with small children came in and the little girls pointed at Buddy saying how cute he was. Their mom agreed but as she read his info card she said, “Oh no, not him, he’s 10,” and then went to look at the younger orange cats.
We got him the next day. That was over a year ago and since then we found out he’s closer to 15 years old... I don’t think he’ll be around for much longer. I’m glad we got the chance to be with him even if it’s only for a year or two.
I am a volunteer at a cat rescue in Pittsburgh. I had a shift tonight and two women walked in with a carrier. One woman introduced herself as a caretaker to the other elderly woman. She said that the older woman was already approved for adoption and was ready to pick out a cat.
The older woman then said that she wanted to pick out the oldest cat in the shelter because she was an “old lady” who needed another “old lady” to keep her company.
She ultimately chose an 8-9-year-old female cat named Lumpy. This cat has no teeth. Not one. We don’t know if someone had its teeth removed for health reasons or if they fell out. But the cat is toothless.
I watched the woman interact with Lumpy. I heard her whisper to the cat, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you all wet food so you don’t have to chew.”
After she confirmed that Lumpy was her choice, she put her in the carrier, looked at me and the other volunteers and said, “I think I got my smile back.”
I fostered this girl a couple of years ago after my rescue was contacted by the shelter saying that she wasn’t going to make it much longer. Fostered her for a few months and slowly got over her fears of everything and she is now a very confident girl. One of my friends who helped me acclimate her to the world fell in love with her and adopted her so I still get to see her all the time!
How did you meet your pet? Tell us in the comments.
Some pets settle in on the first night. Others spend weeks behind the couch before they decide the new people are safe. Dogs from an animal shelter often come with a past nobody fully knows, and cats can take months to show who they really are. The families in these stories picked the old cat and the nervous dog anyway, then gave them as much time as they needed.
If you’re thinking about adoption, ask your local animal shelter which pets have been waiting the longest. Older dogs and shy cats are usually the ones people walk past.











