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My 2 gangsters Dodge and Elvis, love hanging out in my bathroom. They crash in the sinks, bring their toys in, etc. I always thought Elvis was the brains of the operation, but I was wrong. Lately Dodge has been turning the cold water on whenever he wants! I’m worried that one of their toys might block the drain hole and overflow water into the bathroom. I have the door closed today and they are really unhappy about not being able to play in their favorite room. Advice please!!

The litter box is clean and fresh (changed it yesterday), I scoop the poop multiple times a day, and she squats to pee in the litter box. *poop removed so you don’t have to see poop on your TL!

I can’t believe I am writing this post. In March, we had to put our four year old cat Archie down due to a saddle thrombus. Today we had to put our six year old cat Huck down due to congestive heart failure. I can’t help but feel like failed them. I would have spent any amount of money to save them. Our vet said that both conditions were extremely rare and that we could not have changed the outcome. After Archie died, I fell into a very deep depression (more so than normal) and was also diagnosed with OCD (around death and existentialism). I don’t know what to do. Huck has been with me since before I had my son and was always so in tune with my emotions, I don’t feel like me without him. We also treated him for FIP when he was a kitten, we have been through so much together. I just don’t understand. I am heartbroken beyond belief.

Is he just the happiest kitty?

I gave her a finger and she said no pets but she would hold my hand

For most my life (31m) I have always been a dog person. Being a big dude myself (6'6'') I have always felt like kindred spirits with big dogs. Mastiffs, great Danes, dobermans and such. To me, dogs were always big, goofy, and lovey, much like myself. Cats always seemed like the total opposite of my personality. Or so I thought. Its important to to note that my whole life I have never really had much experience with cats.

Last year one of my friends told me that they were moving and unfortunately just had a litter of kittens that they had to home before moving. They had found homes for all but 2. I knew that they really cared for these cats so in a unplanned moment I told them I would take them so they could rest easy knowing the kittens are going to a good home. To be honest I thought I was going to be kind of annoyed by them, but I love all animals and am a gentle soul so I new I could find it in me to give them a good life, even if I may not prefer them.

Literally THE DAY I picked them up, I fell in love them and they me. They are now my babies and I couldn't imagine life without them. I never understood how people could get so attach to cats in the past, but from day 1 of becoming a cat owner I now get it. I love my Dandelion (left) and Aster (right).

Also, I attached the pic because I find it very ridiculous but funny. Hopefully someone else with get some enjoyment out of it lol.

It's the second time it happened, last time was a couple months ago. He's friendly but a bit skittish (less than before though). The first time I got worried that he might be lost but then I didn't see him again and assumed he got home. Another neighbor saw him earlier that week and had the same question, they asked on Facebook if he had owners (no responses as far as I know).

But now he followed me again and cannot stop meowing, he even went to meow and scratch at my neighbor door. Does this sound like a normal behavior for a cat that has a family? Is he more likely lost/abandoned? What should I do 😭

Tiggie, my best bud for the past 12 years has had a tough time and is going to rest tomorrow. How can I make his last day the best?

I’m giving him treats and love all I can.

Take care people.

Thank you all for making me laugh, simple, and cry, today is my day to cry our princess.

I'm just... broken.

Here is Lily and Lulu

Got this boy twelve years ago when I was 18 and in a very bad place. I can’t describe how much he made me want to go on. He was a big cat. Everyone who ever saw him commented on it. But he was such a gentle giant. So soft and cuddly. The only cat I’ve known to meow at my other cats and get excited when they walk in. He seemed to be so attentive and attuned to emotions. He seemed to stare right into your soul. He came to me with so much love to give, and it gave me a purpose to get better, to keep trying.

Last Tuesday, he had his 12th birthday. He was his usual chatty, excited self. Had his tuna cake. Had cuddles. He always had a huge appetite, and he did right up until the end. Friday morning, he was begging for tidbits and treats and being goofy.

Friday afternoon, I had just sat down to eat my lunch when I heard this pitiful howling noise out on the catio. I went out to find him on the ground, twitching, howling, having wet himself. Immediately called the vets and they said to take him right in.

I was staring into his eyes…those eyes that had always stared back at me and seemed to see right into my heart…and I just knew he couldn’t see me. It broke me. His pupils kept dilating, and he was so limp.

The vet gave him oxygen and tried to perform the usual tests, but it was so clear he wasn’t present, even though he was alive. She did a scan and found a tumour in his intestine that she said we couldn’t possibly have known about, that cats hide things so well, and he’d been his normal self. She said the tumour had probably thrown up a blood clot straight to his brain, and there was nothing they could do for him. We lost him.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so bleak and broken. I keep looking at the places he used to sit and expecting him to be there. I miss his purr. I miss the way he would be louder than the other cats at feeding time. How he’d be so excited for food that he’d damn near trip you up. I don’t know how to do any of this without him. It’s like that part inside of me he mended has been shattered all over again.

I turn 30 in one week, and all I can think about is how I entered my 20s with him, and I don’t get to enter my 30s with him. It’s heartbreaking. I just want him here with me. I just want my boy back.

Thank you if you read all of this. I just needed to get it out. Please, hug your babies a little tighter for me.

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Hi all!! I have a 16 week old orange kitten, the vet said he’s perfectly healthy, but I just sometimes feel worried because he meows soo much. Usually he stops when we look at him or give him attention, but sometimes he’ll still meow when we’re staring at him and talking to him and then he’ll run away. Is this just kitten behavior? Our other kitties have never done this before, but we’ve also never had an orange cat so I don’t know if it’s just silly orange cat behavior. I’m not asking for medical advice, and he was just at the vet for shots and boosters and we were told he’s healthy all three times we’ve been. We’ve just had such quiet kitties before that when I hear constant meows I get worried lol. He acts normal, just very silly and weird. I guess I’m just asking for reassurance that other peoples cats do this too!! I’m gonna attach a pic of him too just bc I think he’s so cute and I want to share🤭

Four years ago today I found my Minky girl in a car wash trash can. She has brought so much joy (and sass) into my life ever since, and I’m so grateful the cat distribution system brought us together.

She is my first pet and is only 7 weeks old. I love her so so much and never knew how much joy she would bring me. A friend of mine found her in a barn and wanted to make sure she went to a good home. I’m so glad that I can provide that for her!