At first I thought she was gonna show me something inside the box, but there's nothing other than a nylon bag. She also runs to it when I get near it as well, and also keeps biting my hand and tries to drag me into it. What's going on? Never in my life have I seen my cat doing this.

She’s a stray we’re taking in and she is super pregnant. She’ll be getting spayed as soon as she is safe to. I figure she’s too far along for a spay abort (?). She’s a younger kitty so her frame is pretty small, how far along do y’all think she is? She’s being fed kitten food and has some nesting options. Advice is welcome!

Full of anxiety over this, I'm worried something isn't gonna go right and he won't heal properly. If anyone has any advice for recovery please let me know!

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Hey guys,

Heartbroken as I’m writing this. I posted about Lucy a couple times prior when she was diagnosed with Squamous cell carcinoma a couple weeks ago. She quickly declined and the tumor on her tongue has grown. I can tell she’s starting to deal with a lot of pain. Nobody knows how long it’s hurt, but her demeanor is changing, and i can’t stand to see her struggling. She’s still my sweetheart and has shown nothing but affection.

For all the long nights I was on call for work and was sleeping downstairs on the couch, exhausted. She would curl up next to me and not leave my side. I couldn’t have asked for a better cat.

I took her outside for the past hour and have just let her feel the breeze on her fur while I brush her. Tomorrow we say goodbye to our sweet girl. I just want to let you guys know I’ve appreciated all the support on my prior posts. I hope she can make friends up there with the other sweet souls that have crossed over the rainbow.

This is Coconut. He hit 20 today! I remember getting him as a kitten. Hard to believe it’s been so long.

The CDS strikes again! 🤣🤣😭😭😭

Link to origin: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8GKDKpQ/

Meet Sushi! He came from my Great Uncles farm. Roughly 10 weeks old and the absolute sweetest dude.

My in-laws kitty, Daisy's always been very, very shy. When my husband and I got married in his parents yard none of us were expecting her to be as social as she was. But the best part was when she came and laid on my dress while my aunt was taking photos of me. Daisy made me feel like a princess, you know, like Snow White sitting in the forest surrounded by animals vibes. It was so magical and I'm so glad I have this picture forever

They seem to know they're not supposed to - this was literally us catching them red-handed.

Is this normal?

Edit: Thank you to everyone who took the time of your day to leave a comment, we (including the horndogs) appreciate it 💖

So, about 3/4 weeks ago this feral cat started showing up on my parents’ property, and I have a few questions

First of all, is this half-closed, “sad” shape of the eyes simply a natural feature of this particular cat, or does it indicate an illness or something else? I’ve never seen a cat with such “sad” eyes (I feel like the photos don’t quite capture them well, but I couldn’t get any closer). At the same time, I don’t see any discharge, irritation, etc., in those eyes.

Second, I get the impression that the cat is a healthy weight and has no visible physical problems, but sometimes I hear it wheezing and its nose sounds congested (you can hear it a little in the recording where it’s eating, video in the comments). I have a few Doxybactin antibiotic tablets at home that I used to give to my own cat. Do you think I could try mixing them into this cat’s food as well, or do you think that since no specific illness has been diagnosed, it’s better not to give them to him/her? I should add that sometimes the cat doesn’t come to eat on a given day, so I couldn’t guarantee that it’d get the pill every day.

And a third question: What’s that sound in the latest recording (video in comments)? I’m 99% sure it was this cat making that sound in the bushes a few minutes after she/he ate. After a few seconds, it stopped making it. Is that the sound of a female cat calling for males?

Someone left their cat behind when they moved out of their apartment in Philly. Now scrambling to find the poor thing a home. The cat was left on purpose, tenant no longer wanted the cat. UPDATE: Friend told me one of her family members came and got the cat, waiting to hear if they will be keeping it.

My JJ passed last July 11, Saturday, at 5:50am. I held her as she quietly took her last breath. I buried her that morning and I felt that a part of me died with her😔

Does this get easier? Sometimes the grief overwhelms me and I don’t know what to do anymore.

My dearest JJ,
Thank you for all the love you gave me. Almost 16 years with you isn’t really enough but I know I will see you again in our next life.
Please visit me in my dreams. I love you and I miss you already.

1st photo- she was 8 months old when i adopted her 2011
Last photo- the day I buried her 2026

I've been feeding her through the small hole. I became concerned after not seeing her for two days because that was very unlike her. She usually stays under the house or on my porch with the other stray cats. I kept hearing faint cries here and there, and today, while I was looking out my back door, I felt the floor move slightly. I pulled back a piece of the flooring, and there she was, her little eyes staring up at me. I feel so helpless. She's such a sweet, beautiful cat, and I love her dearly. Who can I call to help rescue her?

UPDATE - I contacted animal control and a police officer was dispatched. I just got notified that animal control and the fire department both can't help me, as they need permission from management/ landlord to tear the board up. I'll have to wait until the morning to contact the landlord. For the people who keep saying maybe she's stuck. No shit she's stuck!!!! If she knew her way out, she would've come out already. I couldn't get the floorboards up myself, which is why help was contacted!!!!!

I adopted her from my local shelter a few months ago and she has been such a joy to have around, she's 3 years old and she's so cuddly she gets on my lap almost every day and she's kinda needy too lol but me and all my housemates love her so much

I found charlie paralyzed this morning and rushed him to the vet where he was diagnosed with Feline Aortic Thromboembolism (FATE), a blood clot to his spine. The only option was to put him down. Im devasted.

I adopted Charlie and his sister Lucy in copenhagen 5.5 years ago at 9 months old, moved them to malta with me and last year brought them back to new zealand where they have been living the best life.

Luckily his suffering was minimal, but im bereft. He was my little buddy.

I’m honestly devastated. Merlin, my baby boy, had his life cut short at only a year and a half old. I keep hoping this will turn out to be a bad dream and he’ll trot in through the door and ask for cuddles.

He was the cutest, sweetest, most handsome cat I’ve ever had, and he made a habit of making sure everyone in the area knew he was full of love. He even convinced some people who “weren’t cat people” to change their minds!

I miss him so much, I wish I could talk to him one last time, because I want to tell him I’m sorry I wasn’t there for him, that he had to go scared and alone.

The last handful of photos of him were taken by my late mother, who was a professional photographer, and specifically looked for a breed of cat (Burmese tonkinese mix) that was known to be affectionate because she knew I loved fussing over cats. My heart breaks imagining her seeing him coming over the rainbow bridge, not having expected him for many more years. I imagine her first thought would have been how devastated I would be.

Merlin made me understand when people call cats their babies, since before I mostly saw cats as my siblings. But Merlin was my son in all but blood. I wish he could have been around longer, that I could have prevented this, but I know I couldn’t have.

I’m willing to share any stories about him in life, but this is long enough already, so if you want some, ask in the comments

For Our Beloved Oliver

There are some souls who find us exactly when we need them, and seven years ago, one tiny, frightened tuxedo kitten changed our lives forever.

At only five weeks old, Oliver appeared all alone on my daughter’s doorstep—hungry, terrified, and looking for someone to love him. Little did we know that the tiny kitten we scooped into our arms would one day become the king of our castle.

Oliver grew into the most beautiful, handsome, gentle, loving, and kind soul. He wasn’t just our cat; he was our family. He adored his dog and cat siblings, filling our home with laughter, comfort, and companionship. He ruled the house with quiet confidence, always reminding us that he was in charge, yet his heart was as soft as could be.

He loved his human family with every ounce of his being. Whether he was greeting us at the door, curling up beside us after a long day, or simply watching over us with those wise, loving eyes, Oliver had a way of making every ordinary day feel special. He gave us unconditional love without ever asking for anything in return.

Yesterday, our hearts were shattered.

Our sweet Oliver was diagnosed with what is most likely intestinal cancer. The disease is stealing him from us far too quickly, and the prognosis is devastating. There are no words to describe the helplessness of watching someone you love so deeply slip away while wishing with everything you have that you could somehow stop time.

If love alone could heal him, Oliver would live forever.

This Thursday afternoon, we will give our precious boy the greatest final gift we can—a peaceful passing at home, surrounded by the family who loves him beyond measure. He will leave this world wrapped in our arms, hearing our voices, feeling our kisses, and knowing that he has always been, and will always be, cherished.

To the world, Oliver may have been just one tuxedo cat.

To us, he is irreplaceable.

He is the tiny kitten who found our doorstep and our hearts.

He is the brave little soul who became our protector, our comfort, our laughter, and our constant companion.

He is family.

Oliver, thank you for every head bump, every purr, every cuddle, every silly moment, and every ounce of unconditional love you gave us. Thank you for choosing us seven years ago.

We would give anything for one more healthy day with you. One more nap in the sunshine. One more greeting at the door. One more chance to tell you how deeply you are loved.

Our hearts are breaking, but they are forever better because you were in them.

Run free when it’s time, our sweet boy. Until we meet again, you will remain the King of our Castle and the keeper of a piece of each of our hearts.

She keeps showing up to visit me, and every single time she goes absolutely feral for no reason. 😭

She'll roll all over the ground, sprint in random directions, do little jumps, her pupils get huge and her ears are all over the place... then suddenly sit there like the calmest cat on Earth before immediately going back to being a complete menace.

I'm literally doing absolutely nothing. I'm not playing with her or anything—she just decides it's chaos time.

What is actually going on inside her little brain? Do your cats do this too, or is she just a little weirdo?

i am an athlete and eating eggs most of the time is normal for me but most of the time i see my cat comes and never miss a chance to take the bite. can i allow him ? is it for him to eat yolks ? or i should avoid

his name is flippy. he is also my boyfriend’s and roommate’s. so ours. but im so happy. my roommate and i first met him about 6 months ago at our first apartment complex and we just fell in love. he was a street cat but he always waited around my parking spot and would run towards our front door and beg to come in. at first we didnt let him but he was just so sweet we couldn’t resist. and then i started telling my roomie we HAVE to take him when we moved to a bigger place. 6 months later we moved and now he is ours :)

he is literally THEE sweetest cat ive ever met. he loves belly rubs, loves to cuddle, doesnt bite (at least not hard hehe), he listens when you tell him to leave something. we were worried that he would try to run away as he would do that sometimes at our old place, but he seems sooo content here with us. he just cuddles and plays all day. im allergic to cats, and he also has fleas, but i dont care. hes the only animal in the house and we have been diligent about keeping him clean. (if anyone has any extra tips about that, greatly appreciated! we have given him a dawn dish soap bath with a flea comb and plan to do so once a week, he has a flea collar, and we vacuum any space hes been in at least once a day).

i cant get enough of this dude!!! hes awesome!!! i love cats!!!

I made my sweet boy Jiji his own little lounge just above the sofa in the main lounge and he enjoys it very much in his downtime (mainly to snooze and groom).

Anyone have any fun decoration ideas or print/picture or recommendations that I can frame & hang behind his little sofa? (❍ᴥ❍)

I was thinking maybe Le Chat Noir…

UPDATE IN COMMENTS:

​The boy’s space has been upgraded a bit! He hasn’t seen it yet, and probably won’t care…
(The cat in the small picture is his sister in spirit; Gizmo, my sweet girl who passed a few years ago 💜)