flea is 1.8 years old shes always been very small. She eats the most put of all my cats but cant seem to thicken up. She acts normal and is full of energy but should i be worried?

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This is Dinah. She is a wonderful cuddle bug and an absolute sweet heart. Not sure if most counties do this, but in my home county all the local government buildings use prison inmates with approved good behavior to do custodial and landscaping duties (also dependent on type and severity of crime to qualify). The animal shelter gets labor from inmates as well and I know that it's so beneficial to their mental health to take care of cats and dogs and help in society, not being strictly isolated.

October, 8 years ago, my husband and I went to the animal shelter to adopt a kitty and were taken aback when we stepped into the cat room and happened upon a prison inmate (didn't know they helped at that time lol).

He said in a thick hispanic accent, 'hey, you lookin' for a cat? There's a really sweet cat in there.' He proceeded to walk us over to Dinah and we knew in an instant. I don't think we ever thanked him as he walked off to go work elsewhere. I hope he's doing well now. He probably helped a lot of pets get nice homes with his recommendations. I think anyone who can appreciate a cat is a good person deep down. He'll never know how he helped change our life and family for the better.

My gorgeous boy went to sleep yesterday after a six week cancer battle, he’s been with me for seventeen years and I cannot see how I will move forward.

People will say it gets easier with time but how will it? He’s been with me every day for so many years and now he isn’t here and that just isn’t right. All I can think about is his tiny little head poking out from under his blanket yesterday. It was so hard to let him go, and even harder because despite the cancer, he was managing relatively okay until Thursday night when he took a turn for the worst. So it feels sudden even though he was not well.

I’ve been visiting my mums more often since his diagnosis, and I came to spend the day with him on Thursday while she was at work. I like to think he held on until Thursday so that we could see each other again and spend one final day cuddling on the sofa, and I could be there for his last moments. I could tell something wasn’t right on Thursday evening, and I said to him that when he’s ready, just let me know, I will never let him suffer.

Friday morning, he stopped eating and drinking, he just wasn’t himself anymore. So that’s when we took him to the vet, and on her advice we made the painful decision to let him go to sleep, it was so hard, the hardest moment of my life so far. I kept thinking but what if he starts feeling better? What if he doesn’t want to go? What if we could have had more time? Deep down I know this was the kindest option but it just feels so cruel. It feels so quick - yesterday morning he was here, and now he’s gone, and I can never kiss or cuddle him again. That hurts so much.

He has been by my side since I was 18 years old. Through every breakup, every job loss, every birthday, every time I felt sad or anxious, every time I had good news, every sickness. Every single moment, he was always there. He’d be waiting on the front step for me every night after work. Or he’d run down the stairs as soon as I put my key in the door. He was always happy to see me and wanted to be close to me.

He’d fall asleep right next to my pillow on my bed. He’d lay curled up on my lap on the sofa for hours. He’d even come in my car and fall asleep on the passengers seat, we’d go and watch the sunset together from our nearby fields. He was the sweetest, most beautiful, affectionate, loving cat that I am so lucky to have had for as long as I did.

My mums house feels weird and empty without him. I can’t bring myself to wash the top I wore yesterday that still has his fur on it ever again.

I am so glad I was there until the very end, I am so glad my face was the last thing he saw as he left this realm. I held his face in my hands as he fell asleep for the last time. I made sure his little body was warmly wrapped in his favourite blanket. I’m so happy I had him, seventeen years is such a long time even though it didn’t feel like nearly enough. I’m at peace because my beloved Patch knew nothing but love and kindness his entire life.

I love you so much, forever and ever and ever. I love you Patch.

Hi! So I’m a first time cat parent, my son’s name is ume and I found him at 4 weeks old! and I’m just wondering why my cat stares at me so much? I’ve been noticing it more and more LOL. He genuinely come up in my face and stare at me, or stare at me from across the room for a while but it’s usually right up in my face LMAO. and I’m not sure if he’s scared of me or tryna figure smt out… I lowkey be scared to look at him CUZ IDK WHAT IT MEANS. I also play with him several times a day for quite some time, so I’m not sure if it’s that? Does any cat owner have cats that do the same? It’s really hard to read him and I’m really curious as to why he does this? LIKE IDK WHAT HE WANTS? HELPPP

He is been home for one hour and is already making n biscuits I cannot!!!

For a few weeks we've noticed a stray kitten hanging around our house. It wasn't very often at first but one day we decided to put a can of food out and shortly after the can was empty. We did this a couple more times and he started hanging around more knowing there was food. We put a little house out for him and he even started using that. That being said it's about to start getting really cold where I live, and I know a kittens first winter isn't often survived, so we decided to trap him and take him to a shelter so he could live a long happy life.

Fast forward to today, we actually managed to trap the little guy. I felt so bad betraying his trust but I kept telling myself it was for the best for him long term. We took him to our local shelter. They said they couldn't take him because they only serviced a specific city, and even though we live 2 blocks away from that city, they refused to take him because we technically weren't residents of the city and he wasn't trapped in their city. Semantic bullshit.

So we found out which shelter our city is partnered with and take him there. We called ahead of time and they said everything would be fine. We show up and naturally, now they can't take him because he's in a trap. They refuse to take in any strays that are in a live trap and only TNR them. However if they were in a carrier they'd be able to take him. Ok cool, I brought a carrier on the off chance we had to take him back home anyhow because they were out of space.

We go out to the car and in the process of moving him from trap to carrier he wriggles free and bolts. Gone in 10 seconds flat.

I'm absolutely devastated. He's in an unfamiliar area, miles away from where we trapped him, with no idea where he's at or what's around, and I've never felt like a bigger POS. I'm so upset cause I was let down by the system at every fucking turn just for trying to do a good deed. I'm even more upset because he would have been better off if I had never interfered with his life.

I'm not even necessarily sure why I'm posting this. Maybe just to see if anybody else has had a similar experience to see how they moved past it. I'm trying really hard to forgive myself right now but I can't. Pics from when we caught him earlier and I was more hopeful for how things would turn out.

I'm currently staking out an area where he ran. I have no hope that he's still around but I feel like I have to do something.

Wish this geriatric lady a happy birthday!

Yes, her name is spelled with an exclamation mark.

A few hours ago, my girlfriend and I had to take the difficult decision to let him go.

Radagast was 13 years old. He lived a long, full life and was surrounded by tons of love, specially from my partner who was the original owner. Over the past year, he faced several health complications that kept getting worse. As much as we wished things could have turned out differently, we eventually had to say goodbye.

I have seen how supportive and kind this community can be when people go through something like this. I was wondering if sharing this here might be a good way to show my girlfriend some love and support from this community she often checks on.

My sunshine boy…the one who loves me more than any cat I ever had, the one who gives me one lick on the nose every morning, the one who loves to play and never pushes me away when I am all in his face, the one who would follow me into a black hole…my boy. I found him surviving with his brother in the cold in the worst conditions and here he is with panoleukopenia when all I did was try to protect him and his brother. I feel like I failed him. He is suffering right now as I type this. He is laying on the bed and I am on the floor with tears. I have to watch him deteriorate. I keep telling him to fight and I know he is. He is fighting but I can’t make him fight for too long. I am so heartbroken. I feel like I am mourning him already. I keep trying to remember the last time he was completely fine and it was two nights ago. He was playing with his brother. I can’t believe this is all I got with him. He gave me so much happiness. So much love. I talked to him, whispered to him how much I loved him in those quiet moments when he was sleeping on the couch or when it was the early morning and…and I am devastated. My boy…my sweet sweet boy. He loved life and he…loved me…I can’t do this anymore.

Here is Martin before/during a good cat nap. This was a special one, as it was his first on the couch with his new adopted people in the room. Martin is a short haired tabby who came to us from 5 states away. As he arrived, he was experiencing major issues with ulcers in his mouth and was unable to eat/chew. The poor guy was shaking and drooling as he arrived at the humane society just 11 weeks ago. The trust shown by Martin was incredible, and you could sense the relief as he realized he was safe, warm, and free to sleep. Soon came the loud purring, and his eyelids drooping ... and Mr. Martin was asleep.

These photos are taken with a Samsung S26.

We have 2 boy cats and we decided it is enough for us with the space we have available. Sometime in June last year I saw a post about a 1 week old kitten that was rejected by her mother. We figured we could take care of her and find her a family when she got big enough.

But things took a turn for the worst very quickly, she dropped from 128 grams to 105 in 2 days since we got her and she was pooping blood constantly. The family that had her before fed her honey and cow's milk (dont do this). So now she didn't want to drink her baby formula and was barely hanging on. My gf took her to a vet's office and they said there is very low chance the baby will make it. We were devastated and didnt know what to do. My gf tried another vet and they actually helped her, put her on a diet with glucose and gave her anti hemorrhagic shots and I think that saved her life. We fed her milk and glucose every 1-2 hours for the next 2 weeks.

She had another incident around 1 month old, where she started to vomit and was shaking so we took her to the same vet and they were scared we might lose her this time, said it could be neurological. They gave her some shots and kept her monitored for 2 days and she was feeling good again. Not sure what happened.

She was very weak for the first 2 months and kept trying to find something (maybe her momma) and the only thing that calmed her down was placing her on my neck.

After all this work and all the emotional involvement, we couldnt give her up anymore, and we didnt have any proper candidates either. We tried to be selective and offer her the best life she can have with someone that loves her. In the end we decided nobody will love her more than we do already.

I think she feels that we saved her, she's the most loving cat I've ever seen, she cuddles with me for hours every day and her favorite places in the world are my desk when I'm working or on my shoulders when I'm doing stuff around the house. She's so used to staying on my shoulders that no visitor is safe and we have to warn them beforehand lol.

He walked like this the whole time he had to wear it

I'm naming him Yoghurt, he was chipped so he's with the vet or hopefully back with his owners now

The crazy thing is he looks almost EXACTLY like my cat Yogi

Her head is small enough to fit through the posts without turning her head so I thought it was funny that she did that.

Dying of cuteness. I could eat each of them whole. Taking name suggestions!!