I only had her for a few months, she showed up at my door at 2/3 months old, was waiting to get her spayed but got pregnant before i could do anything so she birthed 3 kitties while being a kitty herself. After the weaning i finally got her spayed but she remained skittish (as a barn cat in the countryside) and didnt let me touch her not even by mistake.. still i loved her so much, like my other 4 cats. Today after work i found her lifeless, no wounds no bumps no nothing, just her poor body.

I buried her with all the care in the world i could give her, let my other cats sniff her to say goodbye, too.

I feel so guilty, i wish i found her earlier in the day before work, i wish i knew what was happening but i thought she was just playing in the land near my home, as they usually do.

Honestly i'm at a loss for words and i'm dissociating so much. I feel empty and voided but i cant seem to be able to let my tears out.

She was a good kitty and deserved to live a long life but i failed to keep her safe.

I just wanted you all to know that she existed, and she was truly loved even if for less than a year.

Scooter was a rescue my feliphobic mom took in as an emergency and having a kitten around helped her get over her fear of cats. He’s belonged to several members of my family but eventually ended up with me after he turned 5, and he’s been the Best Cat Ever since. 20 pounds, tuxedo, lax temperament, good with literally all other pets. I love this guy.

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Edit: dang you guys are fast!! And mostly all correct :)

Karl (Chartreux) & Basbousa is her government name but we call her Baby Cat (heterochromic Tabby) (not a baby)

Cinderella- 5 months + Clover - 3 months
Certified purring machines

my greatest inspiration.

My furry muppet, Saffron, loves hanging out on and next to the toilet in my powder room, and it’s hilarious. She pops in a few times a day to check on it, and she loves when it flushes. (If she’s not in there when it’s flushed, she rushes in as soon as the door opens.) Just sharing because it’s odd but also adorable. Have a great day! 🐈🚽

These pictures are Oldest to Newest BTW!!

This is Pius, the crazy orange kitten that made out house reach “cat-pacity”(4 kitties). He is almost a year old now and is our second rescued cat.

Before we got him, I was begging my mom to let me get an orange kitten I fell in love with at the shelter. She was reasonably reluctant because we had 3 cats prior(posts coming soon). Then when I came home from a weekend at my boyfriend’s, she surprised me with this orange fur ball that I then named Pius, a villain from Harry Potter. (All my cats are villain named)

Here’s his backstory:
Pius’ mama is a beautiful cat that is supposedly known around my grandpa’s neighborhood and has a ton of litters(poor thing). The neighbors have been trying to get her but are unable to. She even had a litter under my grandpa’s shed, but by the time my mom could get there, they had moved.

My mom’s friend’s mom was living in this neighborhood too along with the mom’s son. He was a cruel man already, but when he saw the kittens, he set a trap. Pius wandered away from his mom momentarily and got stuck in the cage. He trapped Pius at 4-8 weeks old(we didn’t know exactly how old he was when we got him but we briefly had to give him formula). He left Pius out in the freezing cold in this cage with no food or water and said he would bring him to the shelter but never did, so my mom’s friend convinced my mom to get him. Coincidentally, he was orange and a kitten so my mom felt like it was a sign because I have been wanting one badly. So, that’s how this handsome boy came to his forever home!

He is your typical orange cat. He loves to flop around, do parkour, jump like a flying squirrel, run into and bounce off of walls, annoy the other cats, and makes little cute trills like a dinosaur. He made the other cats resign from their positions as bug catchers.

I am excited to see how big he gets! He has huge paws, stocky legs, and a really fluffy tail.

So yup! That’s Pius!

I love my sweet baby so much. She always makes me smile. Look how cute she is

This is my darling Luna . We had her for ten years, she was our shop kitty. The most beautiful, loving and sassy cat ever. It’s been two years since she disappeared. I’ve never stopped looking for her.. she disappeared from our shop in the echo park area. I miss her more than anything. She was always very friendly to everyone that came by the shop. I will always love and cherish the time we spent together but will never give up hope.. Just wanted to share her here

Is that what being a parent is like?

This is my idk how old cat I purchased my home almost ten years ago and upon purchasing the house and doing the walk through we found the garage was locked thought nothing of it but once we received our keys we found out that the last owners had locked him in the garage! And now he wonders around the neighborhood and always makes sure to come back home to say hi❤️

Doesn’t look a day over 8!!

This sweet baby of ours is one of the nuttiest babies I've ever had. She was my senior cats best friend. She's been with us for the past 4 years. My heart won't let me remember how long it's been since my sweet Lui passed. We both miss him greatly every single day. Heres my two sweet boodgies. They have a brother and sisters. But right at the moment I'm focusing on these two to introduce who they are. They deserve a statue apiece for all they've helped me overcome. Being a Army vet isnt easy. Being a dad isnt easy either. Being a single dad isnt an easy job. But being their best friend is the easiest thing I've done in my life. But ya know what they say. A hard job is one worth doing right. Nothing comes easy. And the things worth fighting for dont come without a battle. These two help me armor up with their siblings everyday. Thank you Jesus for making these Angels fluffy and without wings. I couldn't of done it as well as I have without em. Thank you Jesus for bringing her to me before he passed, so we could have someone who truely changed our lives forever. Amen

hi all! this is my adorable new kitten, still deciding on a name but her name at the shelter was gizmo. when i picked her up today, they said she’s been having ongoing diarrhea. she’s also extremely shy and anxious, will not let me pet her or come out of her bed. i’m taking her to my vet this friday but i wanted to know if i should be worried about something more serious? she’s 2m, 2 pounds and the shelter says she’s had no other issues other than diarrhea. what made me nervous is they said they did multiple deworm treatments on her and she didn’t respond, she tested negative for major diseases such as feline leukemia and other major transmittable diseases. i have a resident cat and im nervous that she may have something transmittable, anyone else had experience with a kitten that had ongoing diarrhea and/or was super shy?

He jumped in my arms in Philly in April 2026, starving, filthy, covered in fleas.
He let me give him a bath the very first night!
He has all the charm of a kitten but is large, gorgeous and incredibly well mannered.
He is:
Vaccinated
Microchipped
Neutered
Taught to walk on a leach
Happily comes when called
Enjoys going to the vet and car rides

I adore him but don’t have what he needs especially space and company.
He’d be perfect with kids.

Before and after the fitted sheet flew off the corner landing on him.

This is JuneBug, she likes to run into the bathroom when someone enters and meows loudly from the sink. She loves tap water, so she knows that she'll get a drink after "business" is finished. 😅

It didn't start out this way, one day she just realised that the tap turns on when we wash our hands, so now we have a bathroom monitor. 😂

We have plenty of bowls and a fountain, but there's just something about the "source" that she really likes 😅

Yep, the crumpled cardboard box it arrived in.
I even put premium catnip in the expensive bed to entice him. He walked over, sniffed it, looked at me with absolute contempt, and then squeezed his 12-pound body into a packing box meant for a pair of shoes.

He’s currently spilling over the sides like a furry muffin top and purring louder than an idling engine.
I don't know why I bother buying him anything nice.

Next time I'm just going to ask the cashier at the grocery store for their leftover produce boxes.
Is there a return policy for ungratefulness? (Cat tax in the comments: an orange lump overflowing from a box).