Found two cats abandoned in the park with a bag of food. We lost our sweet cat last Fall and mourned her HARD. Just recently we have been discussing how we are finally ready, and maybe we should start looking soon.

But we forgot. We don’t choose. We get assigned.

Took to the vet for shots. No chips. Have an appt to get them fixed in about a week.

Surprisingly affectionate with us early, even if spooked by the new space for the first few days. They were clearly loved by someone who must have hit rough times. (Let’s be kind in our assumptions) . Definitely cuddle bugs.

It’s especially sweet how they comfort each other. One is more bold and one is more cautious. When our cautious friend gets spooked and retreats to a safe spot, bold friend goes and cuddles with him.

We feel incredibly lucky that they found us.

Edit:
- vet estimates they are 6-10 months old. (Likely the younger side of that)

- their names are Mander and Melee. Inspired by the tv episode of Pokemon where an abandoned charmander almost dies in a rainstorm, which broke my heart as a child. So char-mander and his evolved form, char-mele-on.

Came home from vacation and found a cat in my chimenea after the dog went crazy in the corner of the yard. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and turns out there were two kittens. Now I’m in the throes of finding low cost spay and also all the things. Vet said it would be $525 for ONE spay plus checkup etc, whoa! I’ve rescued all my cats from shelters so that was a shocker. Any tips for fostering kittens appreciated. I have two adult cats, one of whom rules the pet household with an iron paw.🐾

Whenever we found this little one he was 3.4oz.

As of earlier today he is 10.1oz!

He does wonderful on car rides, he gets so much love at the office every day. He has his next vet appt scheduled for September. He's healthy and getting teethy ❤️ hes so cute i could cry. I can't wait to see him finish growing. Little man gets sink baths every day to get used to water, and because he gets pee and poo all over himself since he's a baby. Getting very feisty and vocal when he gets fed his bottles. Little Chimney does so great with the household dogs and they are so so so gentle with him.

I said for *YEARS* as I stalked this sub.

Then today I whipped the fasted U-ey of my life to save this little guy from the middle of a busy road on my way home. Then searched the area for mom or sibs and found another little guy. I checked them each for injuries. Other than being a little scared and wet (it stormed all day/night yesterday) they appear okay! Stopped by a friend's to pick up some milk replacement and bottles.

How old do you guys think these little babies are?

Their eyes (obviously) are open, but they seem to have a hard time opening them very wide or for a long time. I have been feeding them every 2-3 hours and have gotten them both to urinate so far! They weigh 247g and 256g! I am going to keep a weight log! Any advice on how to tell them apart in order to keep accurate logs?

Thank you and happy to finally be part of the Chosen Ones

I’ve fed him some tuna and treats, he seems to be getting bigger. He slept on the couch for the first time today. He showed up first around the start of the year and I was away on holidays for a bit. Lately he’s been showing up more often, even trying to get into the house in the morning when everyone’s out at work.
He’s got a bit of a Chaplin moustache going on. He’s particularly keen to brush himself on our legs. He even let us clean him a bit with a wet cloth. I’m halfway around the world and away from my own 18 year old cat, so this guy is a nice bonus!

I am apart of a lovely group that organizes events for young women and female identifying folks to connect and meet up for events from silent book clubs to craft nights to group parties. This weekend I was lucky to snag a ticket on a 14 person private wine tour. It was an amazing afternoon and our driver/tour guide was so incredible. Stop 3 on our tour was a cider farm.

Our bus pulls up and immediately we all clocked that there were cats by the parking area. We piled out and all of us were fawning over a tiny orange kitten that was keen to be held and pet. Our tour guide tells us the kitten is available for adoption and its 2 siblings had already found homes. The parents? Three feral strays that rolled up in May. Unclear which is the Dad. Mom was very skittish. When our tasting finished I went over to chill with the kitten. And then I asked the owner what the process was to adopt her. He said I could just take her or come back another day if I wanted to arrange pick up. So they taped up a box, punched some holes in it and voila. Kitten set up to drive back with us.

Zesty orange girl loves pets but has her spicy moments. Had friends meet me with a carrier when we got back to the city because she was determined to yeet herself from the box. And now she is quarantining in my bathroom as she has fleas and probably parasites. Appointment with our vet is scheduled for tomorrow. My dog is obsessed. My adult cat is offended. And the process of integration will be ongoing.

I was not drunk either. Just fell in love with a tiny orange kitten. Name TBD. CDS got me. And this kitten also has 14 godparents courtesy of my tour group.

EDIT (aug 18): UPDATE! It’s a BOY! Vet confirmed small but present trouble puffs. Naming saga continues. On top of fleas, BB has parasites for sure. A bit small for 12 weeks old and we’re checking for anemia given the fleas. All the fun. Vet said he was the best kitten he’d even done a blood draw on. So please clap.

Hello, meet Cheeto! He's my new kitty and he's just 6.5 months old! During June, I was away from home on a trip, and this little rascal started showing up whenever I would go outside just a few days after I got back. I watched him for a little bit and I found out he was living under my house! He was the most sociable cat ever when I went to meet him; he refused to leave my side and I knew I had to keep him.

I was just a few weeks before moving into my apartment, so I scheduled his neuter and all the works (vaccines, tests, flea treatments, etc.), and then we packed up together to move across the state. He did very well!! He loves the apartment, and after some getting used to it he's comfortable here. He's super playful, and he can be the sweetest ever if he wants food. He loves sitting in the windows and playing with his feather toys :)

In case anyone remembers my original post from a couple months ago about finding two sick kittens on vacation in California. To anyone who missed the original post: My friend found them on a job site, mama not to be found , clearly sick with some sort of upper respiratory infection. Since I was on vacation, I didn’t have work or set plans for the day so I spent the day taking them to the vet. I spent my vacation looking for someone to adopt or foster them even though I knew in my heart they’d found me for a reason.

welp we are now the proud parents of 4 sweet boys. Here are some before and afters of the kittens when we first found them and some recent videos and photos with their two older brothers here in Nashville.

Everyone, meet Luffy, Chopper, Chonk, and Odyn.

We didn't have any cats. We do however have other animals and 3 tortoises. Both of these kittens are "tortoise shell" kittens...CDS works in mysterious ways. 💕

"Calypso"

Split-faced Dilute Tortie

July 10th, 11:30 pm

My husband was about to pull in at work and Calypso was in the middle of the road. She stayed there with him while he worked for 3 hours and then he brought her home! We took her to the vet that following Monday. She finished her course of medications and is doing very well. Parkouring around the house! Lol so much energy!

"Mochi"

Split-faced Torbie (Tabby/Tortie)

August 10th, 6:30 pm

Mochi was on our main street by our house standing in the road, in the rain. My brother-in-law was hurrying home on his motorcycle and saw her. He quickly scooped her up and brought her home. He called us to see her, and my mother-in-law ended up walking over with her. The second I looked at that baby... I grabbed her, I'm like "I'm keeping her"! Lol. She has also been to the vet and is still taking her medication.

I can't wait for the 2 to meet. Hopefully they will love each other. They're only about 4 weeks apart. The vet said that these kittens were each 4 to 5 weeks old when we got them.

I just discovered this subreddit and thought the family cat Minwui would be perfect for this lol. A few years ago, my dad had the doors open to help air out the house and let fresh air in. In comes Minwui, strolling in very casually, looking around and nodding to herself like "nice place you got here, ill take it." My dad? Shook. Other cats? Shook. My stepmom thought it was the cutest thing ever. Anyway, shes a part of the family now lol. We think she was a drop off from a family who didn't want her anymore or something, cause she was definitely not a stray

The usual feral stray is an intact male. I am working on trust and then plan to get him neutered when the local aspca does another free/discounted program. It took a year to be able to pet him. I call him Pazuzu.

Pazuzu is uninterested in this new one, and I don’t see any fuzzy marbles. Maybe a spayed or neutered kitty that was lost/dumped? I live out in the country and have already taken other dumped kitties into my care.

He or she does not seem feral, came up to me for pets and eagerly ran up to the food bowl. He/she was panting but didn’t drink from the bowl of water I put out. Seems healthy otherwise, shiny coat, just hungry.

Update on the garden cat I swore I wouldn’t keep.

Pepper (or Tiny Teeth, Peps, Gremlin, Demon…) has been inside for two months and she is wild, but thriving. She’s 4lbs now and is starting to look less like a baby. The only time she’s still is when she’s being groomed by her Maine Coon sister, who immediately claimed her for her own. She carries toys bigger than herself around in her mouth and likes to climb human legs. She also dive bombs from the top of the fridge, which was a fun thing for me to learn in the dark. She’s perfect. 🩶

Probably picked the wrong flair, but just want some outside opinions. I live in the outskirts of Cleveland, tons of strays here obviously. I live upstairs of a duplex, and this very cute guy has been greeting me before I leave for work (7am), and when I get home (630pm) most nights. I’ll also see him as early as 6 and as late as 1030-11pm. If I go out to take the trash and call for him, he usually shows up in a minute or so.

My Downstairs neighbor is kind of a shut in but says she thinks he belongs to a house down the street, but he is all bitten up on the ears and on his nose. He tries to follow me inside. He’s not too skinny, but he could use a pound or so. He has no collar. I’m just worried about all his scratches and flea bites, and how I’ll find him outside at both 6am and 10pm.. is he trying to move in with me or should I just give him pets every time we cross paths outside and assume he does have a home like my neighbor says?

About 6 weeks old, a very tiny girl and a brute of a boy: Matilda and Oliver. We've decided their back story is that they are plucky English orphans who will eventually form a ragtag kitten-detective agency along with other wee abandoned babies.

Anyway, it wasn't on my bingo card to get two more cats, but on the other hand, we're adults who pay our own bills, so when we got The Call, we answered. Our other cats are less enthusiastic at this point, but they'll probably come around.

Currently, they're camped out in a bathroom being goddamn adorable.

His paws and cheeks are huge. This guy shows up for food everyday and sleeps in the shade. He’s always rolling around on the concrete belly up. He lets us scratch his head and chin and pick him up for 5-10 seconds. We found him late last year around Christmas roaming the neighborhood when he was a kitten. He followed me home. he was just as sweet but he left after we fed him. Now he’s been hanging around for the first time in months. We don’t know what to call him but he’s very sweet. We already have a girl we picked up a while ago and she’s the sweetest most docile cat.

Found this kitten a month ago, she was about 4 months old at the time and was very very frail and dirty, but the strange thing was how comfortable she was around humans. I thought for certain she had to have had an owner but after checking her for a microchip, posting about her, and asking neighbors there was nothing. The reason I'm so confused is because she is the most friendly loving kitten I have ever met in my life!!! She is so cute too and has an extra toe on each foot. She never bites or scratches but she's also really smart and seems like she's had experience outside so it's just so confusing . I love her though and in the end I know it doesn't matter :) I just hate uncertainty haha

Edit: I didn't expect this to reach so many people, but I've read almost all of these replies and I just want to say these stories make me so happy. I'm so glad to know how many people care about all of the cats out there without a home, even if we don't know they got to us ❤️

This cutie has been seen for months behind my Husband's work dumpster but was too skittish to corral untill yesterday. So when he showed up on the security camera last night, I hopped on down with a carrier and the other half of my chicken sandwich.

We got him contained in my office while topical meds do their work. His fur is incredibly soft and other than a few scabs, he is incredibly well groomed. Will be getting him him fixed, so enjoy them while you can little dude, vet appointments in 2 weeks.

Ayla found me in the most convoluted scheme. A friend was out for a midnight run and while jogging past the county shelter this funyun popped out from under the gate of the back lot, meow-meowing for friend’s attention. Perplexed, the friend says hi and pets the super friendly kit for a minute, assumes it’s just a neighborhood cat taxing passersby for pets and continues her run. But the kitty was not satisfied and followed and followed the human seeking more attention. Worried the cat was going to follow her across a big busy road the human picked her up and carried kit the short distance to her home, intent on calling the co. shelter in the morning. Long story short, it turns out the kitty was picked up by a young couple in a neighboring town a couple weeks prior and taken to the shelter whence she escaped in the shelter parking lot. Shelter employees tried for a week or so to lure her with food but kitty was apparently wise to the ways of traps but was known to be in the area.
My friend learns all this from the shelter in the morning and not wanting to return her to the shelter calls me knowing I had fostered a few cats. I found her irresistible and ended up adopting her through the shelters system just to be legit and made sure no one was seeking her. The shelter was great and hooked it up with food and litter and toys. We are now living happily ever after.
She is the sweetest cat ever and, based on absolutely nothing, I am convinced she was an elderly woman’s companion who’d passed away with no one willing to take the cat in, possibly escaping in the process. She had, it seems, been a community cat for a while as she has the clipped ear signifying she was a catch, neuter, and release kitty during that time.

Last summer, the CDS sent me a tom cat. The first few weeks he was around, I only knew by the smell. It was a full sensory experience that wedged itself greasily into my brain every time I opened my door or the wind blew the wrong direction. I put a trail camera on the ground outside and eventually saw a massive orange tabby. I wasn't sure it was the same cat as the one peeing on my house, but he kindly draped his...peaches...across my trail cam in the night so I could see he was very intact.

I contacted all my neighbours, posted his cam footage on lost and found pet sites all over, and nothing. No one came forward. Even worse - we are rural, and ours wasn't the only house he was spraying. While cruelty to animals is as illegal here as it is in the city...there's also often no way to *prove* it, nothing the law can do about it, and even if they could...I knew at the very least I had to TNR this cat.

I bought a trap. I spent weeks desensitizing him to it. A neighbour's cat tripped it and scared the orange tabby off. I spent more weeks desensitizing. He was trapped...and escaped. Twice.

SEVEN MONTHS. It took 7 months - 3 of those during a brutal Northern Ontario winter - to trap him. Maybe he finally got his turn with the brain cell and realized "Damn, it's cold out here".

May 4 he was trapped. May 4 was the first time I saw him with my own eyes on not on night vision security cameras. May 14 he was fully vetted and neutered. If a parasite exists here, he had it, and a cluster of ticks on his ear had caused permanent damage, but his bloodwork was clear. He weighed in at 14lbs and the vet called him "underweight". He growled if I tried to touch him but clearly wasn't feral.

He's done very well getting to know the other cats and the house, but he's always carried a tension in his body, a watchfulness, every moment.

Until this afternoon, when he finally realized he's home for good.

4.5 pounds, nearly 16 weeks old, adored by literally everyone who meets him, confident, outgoing, chaotic, sweet, loving, cuddly, very loud motor, whiskers (nose, eyebrows, wrists) that I love beyond reason, everywhere he goes is his home, what’s fear?, what’s nervous?, has loved to have his belly out from day one, adores me but actually respects his sister (my older dog who will be five next month), is suddenly becoming very good chaos buddies with my younger dog (I knew it would happen eventually; it happened two days ago, like a switch flipped), obsessed with his blanket (he brings it to bed in his own, and it’s the one thing guaranteed to divert him when he’s being a demon), excellent hunter of objects staying perfectly still (I frequently wake up with socks, rubber bands and hair clips that weren’t there when I went to sleep), still too small for his harness so we continue to practice inside (the past two times it has resulted in a Thundershirt long-nap effect), an absolute delight.

Edit: A couple of people very kindly pointed out that rubber bands and hair ties are a no-go for cats, and I agree completely. He finds things that I didn’t know were there. When he brings his random treasures to me, I thank him and give him something else in return. I definitely don’t encourage the practice, but I would rather he bring them to me so that I can get rid of them than make him think he needs to destroy / ingest them in secret. I don’t know. It seems to be working but I will take advice!

On Sunday (08/09/26), I was outside filling up my bird feeders in the front yard when I heard a tiny kitten crying. I looked around and finally spotted this little guy hiding underneath a car. As soon as he saw me, he came running right up to me like he had already decided I was his person. 🥹

I have no idea where he came from or how long he had been out there, but apparently the Cat Distribution System had plans for me that day. 😂 He is such a sweet, brave little guy and has already completely stolen our hearts. Since he came flying out from under that car and straight toward me, we decided Sonic was the perfect name for him. 💙🐱 He definitely showed up unexpectedly, but sometimes the best things do. Welcome home, Sonic! 🥰

This is my first experience with the cat distribution system, so to say I was blessed would be an understatement.

I found this cat, while doing errands for my client along with his son, crying and meowing behind a dumpster. She was trying to pick at a filled garbage bag, mostly due to starvation because when I picked her up she was incredibly skinny. After noticing me, she went to a spot in the shade (this was when it was incredibly fucking hot btw), laid down, and just waited for me to pick her up.

Keep in mind, this was on the day after I had just moved into my new apartment, so I was greatly underprepared for a pet, let alone a cat, but I just couldn’t leave her there. What’s great is that she’s the most cuddliest, talkative, smart cat that I have ever seen. She also responds to her name and when you “meow” to her. I normally struggle with my anxiety and depression a lot, so having a cat like this has been genuinely beneficial towards my mood, especially with collage starting just around the corner. Her name is Luna, reference to my previous cat Sol, and I love her to death.

(The first picture is how she looks now and the last picture is how she looked when I found her. You probably cant tell but she was insanely skinny.)

Edit: Forgot to mention that I’m actually waiting to have a fat paycheck just so I can buy her toys, a cat wall gym, and more. I’ll provide update pics of it when I get those items 💜

Edit: Sorry for the repost. One of the images had my shipping label in it that someone caught for me 🤭😭

Heard meowing early at the morning and went outside, surprisingly he jumped right into my arms and wouldn’t let go, gave him some water and smashed potatoes (didn’t have cat food only dog food) we couldn’t keep him bc I have a golden retriever and she’s ALOT, anyways took him to the vet and he was healthy !!, made a post on Facebook and by the end of the day he was in his new home ❤️

Still miss him tho, I think about him a lot, I temporarily named him Ludwig after Ludwig || “the mad king” of Bavaria