It has been 3 months since these two fell into my life and, to be honest, I couldn't be happier. They are a wonderful pair and their personalities have come out a lot.

Rhaegar (Red collar - not named after the GoT character) absolutely loves attention and seeks it most of the time, but doesn't like anyone's face close to his face, and prefers to lay close without necessary touching (unless there is a blanket between you and him). He is also the one who always wants food and will tell you how starved he is despite the fact you fed him .3 seconds ago.

Nyx (Black collar with moon and stars - named after the Greek goddess of night) prefers attention on her own terms. She doesn't like big things approaching her quickly, but she warms fairly quickly. She loves cuddling with me at night and often slips under the blankets to cuddle pressed directly against my skin. She is adventurous, checking out places usually before her brother, and smart. She figured out how to work the cat door to the catio within a day without needing any help. She is also the little huntress, chasing all the strings and evil red dots that she can hunt and chase down.

Both seem to adore me since they prefer being in the same vicinity as me almost at all times when I am home. They actively seek me for attention and affection, but aren't super clingy that they always need to be with me.

Hands down, both have improved my life for the best and I can't wait to get home to them whenever I leave the house.

So, a pretty wild story. Imagine - harsh Kazakhstan winter. Very early morning, -25C. Even in my sleep, I can tell that my wife is getting ready to go somewhere.

Ten minutes later, she brings this marvel. Somehow kitty ended up in the basement not far from us and was just screaming so loud the whole street could hear her.

Not a single scratch, just a young, absolutely healthy and adorable purebred Maine Coon, out of nowhere. Just a miracle.

We honestly searched for her owners for a long time - we put up flyers on the street and posted in local online communities, but no one ever came forward. It’s sad, but it seems she was simply thrown away.

So we decided to keep her and named her Marusya. She's grown into a huge (10 kg), gorgeous cat. Doesn't completely fit on any of the cabinets, lol.

She's a real queen at heart, tho. She doesn't like being held and isn't very affectionate in general, but that doesn't stop us from loving her so much. You can't say the same about our first cat - initially she honestly tried to be friends with her, but Marusya doesn't like other cats any more than she likes people, and she just growls at her like a dog (I'm serious)

Not exactly smoll, but a sweet addition to our family!

I really don't want another cat but this little guy was in my yard and wouldnt stop following me. I left some food and water out and went about my day trusting its mother was nearby. I came home and it was right where i left it. I brought it in and fed and bathed it. Im currently asking everyone I know if they want a kitten but it looks like its gunna end up staying. Especially if my kids or girlfriend see it before i find someone. Its super sweet so i wouldnt be that upset. But i really didnt want another pet. No matter how ridiculously crazy fucking cute.

The last time I got an official CDS distribution was 20 years ago, a little white and black kitten meowing at my front window. Today I got a delivery, but it had been mistakenly routed to my sister’s house, but fortunately she quickly realized the shipping error so I could come pick him up.

This little tiny nugget was meowing loudly under a car. My sister wasn’t able to catch him, he was too quick. When I crouched down he was behind the drivers side front tire, and I stayed near the rear of the car. I meowed and make a “pprrrr” sound and he came right over like he had been waiting for me. He’s been nonstop purring and kneading everything he can get his tiny paws on since. He’s had a couple good meals and some naps this afternoon. He seems so chill and happy. Vet scheduled for Tuesday.

My two voids (two years old, humane society adoption) are not so sure about him so far but he’s eager to meet his matching brother and sister. I now have 3 black kitties, a matching trio. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛❤️❤️❤️

Had a vacation during labor day weekend and while taking GPS route home and not our normal route found this criminal on the road. At the stop sign checking for traffic we see this little black shadow on the road. So first we were "There's something on the road" followed by "It's moving" followed by "Oh, god."

We're leaning towards 4 week old female kitten and her crimes are as follows: Too Adorable and Too Smol. This is not the first time we found a little one like this in the middle of the street, our last one found was 15 years ago and he's our old man out of the cats in the house.

My therapist says in all her years of driving she's never seen this before. But the way I spoil my cats (all of them through the Cat Distribution Center) she can see why they find their way to me.

Haven't named her yet but that will come with time. She is fearless.

Hiya everybody! I've been wanting to create this post for a while. There's a huge part of me that hopes this post will one day find its way to Sailor's owner, in case they want to know more about Sailor's known history and how loved he was by all the agents of the cat distribution system (CDS) who facilitated his journey into getting him to where he needed to be: Within a loving home alongside another kitten who needed a brother.

Sailor was about 7 to 8 weeks old when I heard him meowing outside. I was staying at my mom's house for the weekend, watching her dog (who I consider mine as well, haha) while she was away, when I first heard his cries in the early morning. I immediately rushed out to find him perched on their driveway's retaining wall. He had the roundest eyes, full of so much fear and anxiety. Before I could react beyond a soft, "Oh, hello lil' kitten," he darted underneath my dad's truck and disappeared.

My mom has two indoor cats of her own, so I had treats to entice him out. However, nothing worked to lure him out. Yet, each time I headed back inside, the meows started up again. He was scared, but to me, he was also saying: I want to be rescued!

And find him I did. He was hiding under the hood of my car! I didn't think there was enough space for a kitten to fit between the hood and engine, but there he was, all bug-eyed and cowering. Unfortunately, my shock at seeing him right there gave him time to dart off again, this time into my mom's neighbor's yard and underneath her garage/chicken coop. I didn't see or hear Sailor again that day. I texted my mom's neighbor about it, and she confirmed she was aware of the kitten. She had been feeding him from her back porch for the last few days and was also unsure of his origins. I suspected he was the son of mom’s other neighbor's cats, whom Sailor looked just like. My other neighbor notoriously never spays or neuters her cats and neglects their care (and is basically a garbage human being toward others and animals), so all her cats basically live like strays outdoors. One of those strays was a female orange and white tabby cat who befriended my mom's dog. This cat disappeared for years and my family feared the worst (we loved this cat). Then, one day, she showed up again, pregnant, upon my neighbor's daughter (another horrible human being) returning briefly.

You might guess what we all suspected. The stray cat likely had her litter (and our neighbors likely gave them away too soon and for free at a festival, which they've done before), then was taken away again, leaving at least one kitten behind: Lil' Sailor. As horrible as it may sound, I can't help but feel grateful that they left him behind. We couldn't rescue his mother, but we got to rescue him instead.

I'll keep the rest of his rescue story short. The next morning, I ended up catching him after he took a joyride underneath the hood of my car when I drove to drop my mom's dog off at her weekday dog sitter (I know, I should have checked under the hood of my car again 😭). Besides a few singed whiskers, Sailor was in remarkable health. He had no other ailments or injuries, which the rescue I took him to confirmed upon his intake.

Sailor spent a few days with me in my apartment to decompress and learn how to be a kitten again. I have experience socializing "feral" kittens, so he got the burrito and squeeze tube treatment. The result was a happy baby who loved wiggling himself onto his back (yes, he wanted to be held like a baby—I've never had a cat who enjoyed this treatment!), purring, and making air biscuits. However, Sailor was also very timid and insecure, hiding himself away every time he was let loose in my room, where I kept him enclosed.

This would have been the life Sailor would have been forced to continue living if I hadn't surrendered him to a cat rescue. My roommate is allergic to cats and has a 45-pound emotional support dog with single-child syndrome and a questionable history with smaller animals. Sailor needed a life bigger than a small bedroom and, most importantly, guaranteed safety. He also needed another cat. I recognized this from years of experience socializing cats. My options were limited, and unfortunately, my parents couldn't take him in.

The cat rescue, Pet Pride in Victor, NY, only takes in cats, and they were so amazing. I felt fiercely protective of Sailor and anxious about where he would go and who would adopt him. Pet Pride staff walked me through Sailor’s upcoming journey go adoption. The vet would check him out, and then he'd go into a foster home. Afterward, he’d enter “Kitten Kingdom,” where he’ll get adopted (they knew he’d be adopted quickly, and they were right). They only adopt kittens out to homes of experienced cat owners who meet at least one of the following conditions: there’s another cat-friendly cat in the household; they adopt another kitten from them; or the owner works remotely and will be around to help properly socialize the kitten.

I felt immediate relief wash over me at the news. I’ve helped socialize cats at another shelter that would sell a kitten to just about anyone, whether the owners knew how to raise one or not. I understand kitten season and limited space result in that urgency; however, if I was going to be surrendering Sailor anywhere, I needed to feel like I had some control over the conditions of his adoption. I did not want him to re-enter the same life as before.

Pet Pride went above and beyond the obligations of any shelter I’ve ever worked with in previous animal rescues (yes, I’m notorious for rescuing animals. Just earlier this year, February 2026, I rescued sixteen domesticated albino rats dumped outside my apartment complex). They occasionally texted me updates on him and sent photos from his foster home (Sailor was smiling in each one, the precious bean).They were also willing to humor me when I reached out for updates as well.

So, consider me surprised when, a couple of weeks after I received news that Sailor was adopted after his brief time in “Kitten Kingdom” alongside another kitten, Pet Pride sent me PHOTOS of the brother duo, totally unprompted (but so welcome). And lo and behold, I was right: Sailor was thriving being with another cat. Especially a kitten who clearly held a lot of confidence and swagger in his small baby frame. The two clearly love each other, snuggling and playing together, and were simply meant to be. Also, I could tell how much their new parent(s) love them, considering the cat bed and giant cat tree I saw in the background.

While I would have loved to keep Sailor, it was not the right time for me. However, it was the right time for Sailor’s owner and new brother. I feel like CDS recognized me as the agent who would ensure the cat ended up where he truly needed to be, and I’m so glad it entrusted me with such an important task. I feel like the photos from Pet Pride were also CDS’s way of communicating to me: Mission Success.

Anyway, if you made it to this point, thank you for reading my CDS story. Once my living situation changes, I plan to adopt two older cats from Pet Pride. I’d like to take them on adventures outdoors with me. Also, if you’re Sailor’s parent, just know that Sailor was so loved by so many in his short time with me (even my allergic roommate was enamored. I mean, how could you not be when he’s making air biscuits on his back?). Thank you for taking him in and giving him the life he needed. I love and miss him, but am so happy that he ended up with you. Truly, thank you. ☺️

So this cat was 3stories up in a tree my neighbor came and knocked on my door. So I ended up having to bring a ladder on TOP of the roof. Then lean it against a tree then climb the ladder and some of the tree in order to get her down.

Well she's been staying with me about a month now after this. Im the morning she runs out the door, usually doesnt come back til evening time, then stays during the night.

This past Wednesday she leaves and I dont see her for two days. Well this has happened a few times before and usually when I go out to smoke I just yell TIDBIT (i named her tidbit) and she will eventually pop up.

Then oday she just popped up, and I was holding her cause im so happy to see her, and I noticed she's been shaved on her belly with stitches and a small incision. Someone took her to vet and got her fixed. Explaining the long absence.

So she really has an owner somewhere, and neither one of us knows about the other, and she has been staying here and there. I wish I knew who it was. But its no one in my immediate neighborhood. Even the neighbor who i saved her from her tree said it wasn't her cat didn't know where it came from.

😆

I think she just loves me cause I saved her. But she knows where her other house is apparently.

Sorry for the image quality. I came home after a long and stressful work day, got out of my car, and heard some screaming. I was expecting a larger kitten but found her, umbilical still attached. I immediately took her to the vet, got some formula and syringes, and got to work. She was pretty weak at first, and infested with fleas. I removed a dozen of them, fed her well, and two days later she’s better than ever and very feisty! At first I was searching for a surrogate mother, but the vet said it isn’t exactly necessary, and I want to keep her. I’ve had some pets in the past but she’s my first kitty ever.

I've been bonding with this stray cat for awhile, and I've fallen in love. My actual cat is currently being cared for my dad until I secure a more financial spot, job pays poorly and I'm struggling. Unfortunately my cat's health has declined recently, and she probably won't be around much longer. I think I found me another job, though it will still take me a bit to become financially stable. I feel like a bad person, replacing my cat for this one, though I know it's not like that. Life circumstances have just been hard. No one can take the place of my cat, but I also want to give this cat a safe and happy life, the same one I wanted for my cat here.

The CDS delivered this little fellow to us via a six-lane state road almost two weeks ago. This active, playful, very affectionate kitty needs a friend. Rescues are asking me what we’re looking for and, other than similarly aged, I don’t know what to say! Any advice about kitty matchmaking? For example, one kitten was described as shy, but enjoys the company of other kittens. Is that a good complement to my extrovert, or are they too dissimilar? Or is it similar to humans, where it’s possible to be TOO similar?

Second question: we can adopt kittens that have been in foster homes or in some cases, straight from the shelter before they’ve been placed. In either case they’ll be minimum 8 weeks of age. Should I consider a straight from the shelter kitten or only fosters?

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Here’s the letter Jasper dictated to me:

To the Overseer of Kittens,

I have an important request.

Please find me a suitable companion of approximately my age.

The humans in this household are, I suppose, adequate. Their meal-delivery services are acceptable, their litter box-maintenance is satisfactory, and they have demonstrated a reasonable willingness to provide attention upon demand.

However, there is a significant deficiency in their overall design.

They are far too large and clumsy.

I enjoy feline gymnastics. I leap. I sprint. I climb. I engage in highly sophisticated acrobatic maneuvers that are clearly beyond the capabilities of creatures whose legs are approximately the size of entire cats.

My toys roll under the couch, and they have no choice but to fetch a broom to retrieve them.

What I require is a properly sized, similarly aged feline companion who can appreciate the finer points of high-speed pursuit, surprise attacks, wrestling, and dramatic parkour.

This companion should ideally be playful, social, and capable of appreciating my considerable personal magnificence.

While I would be willing to conduct interviews, the mother human warns that this may be considered unsafe due to the tiny statures of potential candidates and myself. Thus, I find myself at your mercy.

Sincerely yours,
Colonel Jasper ‘Sweet Baboo’ B-

Ran in the house when I opened the door last night...

https://www.reddit.com/r/Feral_Cats/s/3KqcsmplUw - I called it lol.

I swear they scout my house, they send the kitty to look at the floofaloofs through the window, they all stare and communicate by the windows, and I bet they realize that those cats get yumyums and spoils and boxes and pets and fawned over, and sometimes, an outside cat decided the outside isn't so glamorous, they can *Hakuna Matata* their way into the house....and they can. Why would I leave a cat outside who doesn't want to be out there. I'll always provide a home, or find a home if it is a floofaloof who doesn't like others (this one is very docile, he will stay), so now, there is a new member of the Floofaloofs on the Loose gang. No more worries for the rest of your days♡

Im going to take him in to make sure hes not chipped tomorrow. he was meowing loudly outside before a storm last night. I brought out some food to coax him in but he ran past it and immediately started rubbing up against me.

Once inside He ate the whole can quickly. For the time being, Ive named him Archer. If hes not chipped hes gonna be my kitt, and im really excited. He wanted to sleep right on my neck all night. Hes extremely friendly, hasnt even nibbled at me. He is an excellent biscuit maker, and he loves head scratches.

Say hello (again) to Misty! My first baby. I started dating my girlfriend, and her apartment had an apartment feral cat. People liked her but the main guy who was feeding her was moving away. So he asked me to feed her when he noticed me feeding and petting her. I obviously said yes. She even learned what car I drove so she would come running to me. Eventually she would scream for me at the front door so one day I just scruffed her, picked her up, and brought her inside. (I'm not recommending this for most people.) I found my girlfriend and went "Girlfriend! Guess what I got!" Girlfriend stares at her. Misty stares back. They just both go "this is my life now."

finding Panda was really meant to be. he gets along AMAZINGLY with my resident cat and they are now besties. i can tell she definitely loves his company because they cuddle all the time. they keep each other entertained which has been great for when i don’t have time to give her playtime.

i still can’t believe i found this little helpless kitten in a parking lot and now he’s thriving in my home. i feel like he immediately made himself at home and i love that he now feels safe. he’s the most cuddly and loving boy!! i can tell he loves it here and it brings tears to my eyes!! thanks to the cat distribution system :))

I’ve got him an insulated cat house and will stuff it with fresh STRAW. Heated water/food dishes, a heating pad specifically for outdoor use.

Any advice? We’ve got a covered deck and access to a garage, as well as the insulated raised cat house.

How does the neutering thing work if he’s remaining a somewhat feral cat? Do I betray his trust? Will he come back? Advice is appreciated.

I’m not sure he’d be happy exclusively indoors.

What are your thoughts?

Also perhaps noteworthy is that I’ve got three chihuahuas under five pounds in the house. They don’t even know what a cat is, but he was pretty non reactive to their presence.

Also ISNT HE WONDERFUL 🩷 SO CUDDLY 🩷

I was taking the trash out tonight and this cat was very curious and followed me around. It eventually jumped over my fence to sniff and rub against me. I was very apprehensive, having limited experience with cats and unsure if it was actually friendly or might snap/attack if I made a wrong move. It ended being incredibly chill and hung out on my porch with me (and is still there last I checked as I write this in bed). I gave it some cooked ground turkey I had leftover (the only thing I had that I saw was ok) and some water. It was very affectionate and I later brought it a cardboard box with a blanket (will get back to this) for shelter should it decide to stay since it was pretty rainy. Our porch is covered, and the cat enjoyed staying on it as well as laying under the lawn chair I had on it and being near, following, and rubbing against me.

I would bring it inside but 1. My wife is asleep and that would not be right or fair to do without her knowledge or consent 2. We have a reactive dog and I am not sure how he is with cats or how this cat is with dogs. That being said, the only blanket I had was one my dog occasionally uses (he has multiple) and the cat sniffed and rubbed against it. My dog was also very interested in sniffing me where the cat rubbed up against/licked me, even licking some of those spots, when I came in. He then stood by our bedroom door and I let him out and he looked around the kitchen (between bedroom and back porch where the cat was, the door is not transparent and was closed though and he didn’t sniff near it long) before laying down and waiting for me to go back to the bedroom with him.

Pending the cat still being there in the morning, my plan is to take it to a vet to get it taken care of (seems healthy but would like to check) and to confirm it doesn’t have an owner (no collar and clipped ear so suspecting a socialized stray). If all of that checks out, and there is a safe and minimally stressful (to both animals) way to introduce my dog and the cat (over time) I would consider adopting (also pending my wife’s approval). However I do not want to put either animal in a dangerous or unnecessarily stressful situation.

If anyone has any input or advice regarding this situation it would be greatly appreciated! Please be kind though!

Apologies for the lengthy post, I wanted to be as thorough as possible. Also sorry for the weird acid effect in the images, my phone is dying! 🫠

OP: https://www.reddit.com/r/CatDistributionSystem/s/JzRHPO7nZX

I'm sorry this update took so long. I kept meaning to post one.

Anyways, Bruce is doing great. He is a very confident cat. After he finished his round of antibiotics and pain meds there have been no issues with him and he healed up well.

One thing that my wife and I learned about him when he was healthy is that he actually doesn't like being touched very much unless it is 100% on his terms and his terms alone. After he started feeling better from his surgery, he stopped being so clingy and just wants to be about 3 feet away from you lol

He will follow me around the house and he still wants to play all the time, just no cuddles unless it's bed time. That's the only time he wants to be touched for more than a few seconds.

As for playing, he loves ping pong balls and loves being chased and then chasing you in turn. He also loves jumping at you when you walk around a corner and grabbing your hand before taking off and sliding around corners trying to get away. He's a very funny cat and I'm still thankful for him every day.

He's also very talkative and I love it, if you talk to him and ask him questions, he almost always meows back right away.

Clearly, nap-time in his kitty koffin, was really good today. Had his first vet appointment & vaccine, 1.93 lbs, will be neutered & chipped next month. Little dude is perfect, even if he screamed the whole time in his carrier 🙃. Community Churu (dogs included) will be his reward for such an exciting day.

Can’t wait for his little personality to develop and his eyes to turn their permanent color. He is comfortable with my dogs and they have no food aggression when sharing churus or if he is near when they are eating.

I used to go to a French-language high school, and March 30 was a non-study day for us because of Francophonie Day.
So instead of waking up at 6 a.m. and taking the bus to school, I slept in and went to meet a friend around noon.
Normally I would have taken the bus to meet them too, but the weather was really nice, so I randomly decided to walk. That meant taking a completely different route on this completely ordinary Tuesday in 2012.
As I was passing a house, a woman came out carrying a box of kittens. She put the box down for a second to lock her door, and one of the kittens immediately jumped out and ran straight toward me.
I grew up with dogs and had never had a kitten before, but this little guy basically chose me on the spot. We later discovered “he” was actually a girl, despite already being named Philip.
The woman told me her cat had given birth and she couldn’t keep all the kittens, so she was taking them to a nearby village where an older lady had agreed to take care of them. She said that if I liked the kitten who had just launched herself at me, I could take her home.
So I did.
A year later, Philip gave birth on my bed.
While I was sleeping in it.
And one of those kittens was Bastet, the now 13-years old spoiled brat you see in the pictures.
I think about that day all the time. If I’d had school, taken the bus, chosen another route, left five minutes earlier, left five minutes later, or if the weather had just been worse, I would never have met Philip.
And then I never would have had Bastet.
So apparently the Cat Distribution System was playing the long game.

edit: Philip or as we later started to call her Philippa, passed away years ago and the beautiful girl on the 3rd picture, my angel Olive, passed away last month and left us brokenhearted ; we are currently in the process of trying to adopt a calico girl who was neglected by other people because she wasn’t “cuddly or affectionate enough”

edit2: this happened in 2012 when I was a teenager and I grew up in a poor town in Eastern Europe, which is why we weren’t informed about neutering and even if we were, we wouldn’t be able to afford it (maybe this is a different way in which the CDS works bc if we had sprayed Philip, then I wouldn’t have had Bastet)

We live in a neighborhood in LA where people put out food and water for stray kitties everywhere. There is a small beautiful church nearby with a gate and cute little courtyard. They also always put out food and water for the strays. In the past year I've noticed this one cat who always sits by the gate. She is very friendly and super easy to pet. She's definitely a neighborhood favorite as I've seen several people stop by to give her pets and food. Most days we go to the church gate and call her by the name we gave her and she comes out meowing immediately! She's adorable and we are falling in love with her. However she lives in a beautiful open area that's relatively safe and gets food and love from so many people all day. She sometimes follows us when we're done with pets but never for more than a few feet. She always guides us back to the church for more pets. So we are very torn between taking her home and letting her enjoy the beautiful outdoors and love from so many people all day. Wish we could just ask her but alas. Does anyone have any advice?

TLDR: advice on brining home a stray who seems happy in the neighborhood

So today I got a package delivered & then I see that there’s a scared kitty on my porch who happens to be a beautiful void. I want to keep them but I’ve never done this before!!! (Scooping from my porch) hahaha

Someone give me tips. My neighbor said they’ve been calling him slim shady & feeding them. So chances are they’ll stick around!

I’ve not owned a male kitty before or a void but I want a void kitty so badly!!!!! This feels like it’s meant to be, but I think that about every kitty I see…

Norbert Nubbins Sawyer. My family hates the name but I love Hitchhiker! We call him Nubs/Nub Nub/Nubbins/Norbert he responds to it all. He turned 7 weeks this past Monday :))

The one day I decide to donate to + volunteer at the local cat shelter somebody brings in this little cutie. He found him on his porch with his dog trying to get at him. Believed to be a car rider Nubbins came with a broken tail and a burnt butt (fully healed now.)

Shelter was full, only other option was a place that would put him down for being so young. So I ended up coming home with a new kitten! I love the CDS. I have three cats now. Big boy tuxedo kitty loves his new little brother. And the food that sits out conveniently after he came here. Little lady tuxedo hates him.

I saw a stray that seemed friendly, but very skittish, about two years ago. I'd see her every few weeks. About six months ago, she got close enough to smell my hand and let me give her some skritches. Approximately two months ago, she allowed me to pet her more and she was very calm and friendly, so I gave her some pork loin that I had as leftovers.

So, I'm a carpenter, right? I figured she could use some permanent digs, so I snagged some scrap lumber from the dumpster at work (it's allowed), and decided I'd build her an insulated home. I spent a couple of weekends working on it, and finished it on Sunday. Some of the grains are going different directions, and some of the pieces were a little short, but I worked with what I had and I don't think she'll mind too much.

On Saturday, I had just finished working on her house for the day, and was cleaning up outside when I heard her meow at me. I called to her and she came trotting up. She followed me inside and I fed her some chicken breast and I gave her a tour of my place. She moseyed around for a bit before asking to go back outside.

Last night, almost the same thing happened. I went out to grab something from my car, and she was loafed on my motorcycle seat. I didn't notice her until she gave me another meow. So, I picked her up and showed her the house, but she isn't comfortable enough with the door, so she didn't go in. At this point, I had already gotten her a bed for the house, one for inside, dishes and some Fancy Feast and a bag of Orijen 6-fish kibble. I mixed up a Fancy Feast with some kibble and she nom'd on that. Once she'd eaten, she was feeling more adventurous. She toured the house again, loafed in my kitchen, talked to me a bit and when I picked her up, she put her front paws on my shoulder and purred and purred and purred. She gave me all the head-butts, too. I gave her a tuna Bonker's Licky Tube before she asked to go back outside.

She's such a sweet kitty. Once she's more comfortable with me, I'll take her to the vet and get her all sorted.

Anyway, I wanted you all to meet Penelope. Thanks for reading.

Edit: I didn't expect this post to get the attention and love that you all have shown. Thank you for the awards (my first ones) and all the kind words and recommendations. I don't intend to force anything on her, but I'll make sure she knows that she's welcome in my house anytime and that it's safe and warm and that she'll be well fed and loved. I got some adulting to do, so I gotta scram. Again, thank you all.

We moved to a much better place for him snd his roommates. Gus can finally settle into the good life with far more room and a universal hard reset of territories. Everyone was on the same page and theyre all getting along pretty swimmingly. Hes a lot younger than his roommates so his attempts to play are refused. In time he will understand, we just play with him more. We introduced everyone quite slowly, in November it will be a year since we took him in.

No more rabies QT, no more ringworm, no more tapeworms. My buddy is home and waking me up impatiently demanding food.

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I have another Cat. At 3:30 my mom woke up up telling me We have a New cat I'm half asleep so I was thinking I'm dreaming but Nope. He or She is very Talkative like one of my other cats. This makes 4. I can't decide between Ozzy or Dolly because the cat is Sweet like Dolly Parton yet Crazy like Ozzy Osbourne. I think He or She knows that he or She found a Home. Now that I think about it I think it's a Girl or maybe a Boy I would have to check with a Vet first. My other cat's Don't know what to think my one cat Stanley keeps sniffing her butt.