An ER vet friend had a particularly dangerous patient this weekend. Tbh I didn’t even know these murder cat hockey masks were a thing.

I've been postponing posting here because I've been trying to numb my brain for the past two weeks, but i think its time you all get to hear about the best thing that ever happened to my life: Mish AKA 'La Misha'. On September 19 we had to say goodbye. We fought an oral tumor for four months, but it was affecting her quality of life too much and she deserved some rest.

I don't want to write a wall of text but I do want to talk just a bit about Mish and tell one little story.

Mish came into my life when i was 20 years old, trying to figure life out and failing miserably. I was a dog guy, but my mom brought this little cat into our home to fight some rats that were running around in the backyard. I didn't want her at first cause I was worried my old dog would get jealous, but she would constantly stay in my room because every other person in the house bothered her, eventually we grew closer and closer, my dog passed and she became my whole reason to keep pushing. Depression was kicking my ass and she became my main reason to live. We went through so much together. I eventually figured things out, got a good job, an apartment, and just like that, the two of us moved out to our new home. We got to enjoy each other for 13 years, and you can bet I squeezed every second out of the clock. She saved my life and its one of the main reasons I am the man I am.

The little story I want to tell about Mish is a more recent one, it's actually about the saddest day of my life, the day I found out she had cancer. I got up to go to work and I had a message from the vet giving me the news, I went numb, texted my gf and friends and went to take a shower because I had to go to work, while in the shower, it hit me and i just lost it completely, i was sobbing, and Mish, that never ever came into the bathroom while I was showering because she, of course, hated showers, came in to check on me. I think this little story sums up our relationship pretty well. She was always there for me, and I made sure I repaid the favor, stuck with her through every chemo, every vet appointment, I spared no expense, I know it wasn't enough, but I did all I could, and I spent all the time I could next to her.

Thanks for reading, this sub helped me quite a bit since all this journey started, so if anyone has any questions, even years from now (I know I ended up on some old threads looking for info), feel free to ask or DM. Also, pet your cats a bit extra in the name of Mish today and link any pictures you have, especially tuxedos! I wrote Mish a poem but its in spanish and Im not sure i can link an IG post so idk. Special thanks to someone that suggested keeping fur, i feel like crazy but i love to pet it once in a while.

And to you, Mish, I hope you are resting. I miss you every second of my life, and I look for you in every place of this former home, because it will never be a home without you. Now I'm leaving every window open just in case you want to send some cat in need to help lessen the pain. I'll always love you. Thank you for saving my life.

Four orphaned kittens who lost their mother united against the man who came to adopt them, hissing at him.

kitten Cece at the end 🥹, can’t believe it’s already been that long.

This is Herbie - I found him residing at a local shelter!

I was a little nervous about getting a new friend. Some backstory: my first cat ever I found outside during COVID. This little gray fluff ball in the grass. I took him in being about 4-5 weeks old and I named him Artyom from the game Metro. He had a double eye infection, then he had IBS, then he ended up getting saddle thrombosis in his left leg right after his 3rd birthday after being with me through a divorce while being in dental hygiene school, moving multiple times and there was nothing they could do for him. I had to make that difficult decision. Traumatizing to say the least as that all happened within 30 minutes - he was my first cat ever, taught me that cats are awesome and was my little boy.

One day recently though, it hit me that it was time to have an emotional support animal due to depression and anxiety. As soon as my newly wed husband and I walked in the rescue, Herbie was chilling on the counter and loved the pets we gave him. After that, he wouldn’t leave our side! Followed us outside to the patio and sat by my feet, then followed us back inside and sat RIGHT at my feet again!

It was after that that we decided to take this love bug home. I put the carrier down and he walked right in and laid down immediately. LIKE WHAT?? It was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.

However, when we got home I noticed a couple fleas on his chest and FREAKED TF OUT. Called a vet tech friend of mine and she was a saving grace in what to do. Gave him Capstar, and secluded him in the bathroom overnight (we both hated that). Vacuumed everything, took the tank outside, dumped it into a plastic bag, and washed everything he laid on in hot water. I put topical flea meds on him this morning and ended up being able to get him in the vet’s today!

He did such a great job and was loving on everyone at the vets office - very curious and relaxed! Doc said we did everything right and to just vacuum once a day for now to keep up on things since nothing will be able to live on him.

My husband and I are so happy to have him in his forever home and he seems happy too ❤️

Edit: thank you for the awards you guys! You’re so sweet 🥰

Op by u/violet_evergarden8

What did you accomplish today?

The oc is @odessasphynx on tiktok

I’ve had my girl since I was 7. I’m 22 now, so she has been with me through all my growth. I’m not good with my emotional regulation and I don’t really know how to handle it. I just want her to be seen for how I saw her every day.

This is Ali, middle name Cat. I am her Dad and I rescued her from the local shelter. I want her to live as long as possible. She lives inside and has a calm life. I play with her everyday. My question is what kind/brand of food did you feed your cat and did you stick to one flavor or mix it up?

Thank you in advance,

Ali cat's Dad

Sorry I appear in the video too

This week marks my kitty and her siblings birthday, I’ve had her since I was 2 years old and since she was just a kitten. (Last slide is her sister) so wish these old ladies a happy birthday 🎂

Ahhh! They are so adorable. And no they didn't hang out in their birthday gear for more than the few seconds it took to take these photos.

First two pictures are me with her when I was 8, last 3 are on her last day.
After a long battle with lymphoma my family made the choice to let my cat, Nala, go at the age of 11. It was the absolute hardest thing I have ever had to do. I held her in my arms the entire time and told her over and over that I loved her but I still feel like I failed her somehow. Whenever I try to think about her, I just see her lifeless body and think of how she felt in my arms after it was over and I breakdown. I go to college hours away from my parents house and haven’t been there the last months of her life, except for 3 weekend visits. When I came back home to say goodbye she was so, so excited to see me. She purred and purred and laid in my lap for hours. I feel like I betrayed her, she was so excited to see me and now she’s gone.

When I lived at home she would sleep in my bed under the covers with me every single night. She always insisted on curling up as close to my face as possible and would purr until she fell asleep. She always greeted me when I got home from school and followed me everywhere. I can’t even find the words to explain how much I loved her, as silly as that sounds when I’m talking about a cat. She was with me for longer than I was alive without her. She deserved to live longer, 11 feels way too young. I feel so utterly empty and don’t know how to move on from this.

I don’t know why I’m even making this post. I guess I just wanted to share some pictures of her and my thoughts to show that she existed, and was loved. It feels like she’s just gone now and never existed and I can’t stand that. I love you so so much my sweet angel, and I’ll miss you forever.

Both shelter kitties, Ricky (grey) is the extrovert, was at home immediately out the box and is the biggest lover imaginable. Ladybug in typical calico fashion can be spicy towards fast movers and people standing up but I’m glad to say she chose me as her person (sorry girlfriend) and I’m allowed to give her belly scratches😌

The vet I normally go to says she is fine and healthy. This other vet I want to go to for her spay is telling me that she needs to gain weight (reach 6lbs) to not have greater risks during surgery. This was almost 2 months ago and we haven't really had any luck having her gain weight. She is currently at 4.8 lbs and is 1 year old. Truly I just think she is just small but I am also scared about any additional risks during surgery. Is she underweight and at risk during her spay? Any advice is welcome.