As you can see in the photos he took some scratches from another animal. I took him to an ER that weekend and a local vet as well and the conditions they were treating him for were handled. His hair has not fully grown back yet but will with time.

The photos shown start from when he was first hurt up until this past weekend. It includes when the vet shaved off the hair from where his wounds were as well. Just a reminder to all of the good work that our vets can do.

Wanted to treat my baby and got her 2 trees! She hasn’t explored the other one yet, currently sleeping in this one :)

This is Poppy, AKA Poppers, Pobert, Poverty, Poblano, PeePee, and Poopers

ETA: y’all really came through, thanks for massively improving my afternoon

Hi all! This is Margie (almost 7 yrs old), my foster cat! We’ve been together for three months now🥹

Hi everyone. I think my void Charlotte is getting ready to cross the rainbow bridge and I don’t know if I should help her.

For context, I “inherited” Charlotte when my partner and I moved in together 4 years ago. My partner adopted her when he was a teen and she was a young adult- his aunt trapped her where she was living wild in a ravine nearby. She had been by my partners side for 18 years and all the hardships that come with being a human. When we moved in together she gravitated towards me, and I’ve gotten so used to having an opinionated shadow always at my heels. She was my steadfast sturdy buddy through nursing school and probably could have passed the NCLEX too from the amount of time she spent on my lap with a textbook open infront of us.

A year ago Charlotte developed diabetes after a bout of pancreatitis and it has not been kind to her despite insulin and routine veterinary care with picture perfect bloodwork. She barely weighs 6 pounds now, her hair falls out in clumps, and she’s gotten progressively weaker. This past week her decline has gotten worse so she now acts like she sundowns at night by aimlessly walking in circles, she gets tired and lays down around the house, and she doesn’t finish her wet food anymore.

We’ve been a mess this week of trying to decide if she needs help over the rainbow bridge. All my previous cats passed naturally and I’ve never had to ask for help from a vet before. I wish I could ask her if this is what she wants, how I can help her, or if she’s in pain. I feel like I’m making this decision without her input and I’m constantly flip flopping if we’re making the right choice. I feel guilty asking someone to come snuff out this beautiful soul and I feel guilty for the possibility that I’m prolonging pain or confusion. She will rollercoaster between having bright eyes and dull eyes throughout the day, and I’m too scared to schedule the appointment because if I choose wrong, I prematurely lose this incredible creature I love so much. How do I know if she needs help crossing the bridge and how do I choose the right time to do this? I would appreciate hearing from other folks how they navigated this terrible crossroads with their fur babies

Went for a walk, found a stray litter, and ended up picking up this guy. Very skinny, very flea infested, and very loud when he purrs. I've never actually done this before. Other than food, water, and the vet, what else is there that I've missed?

This was the most recent order I did and it took about 4 days to do.

someone dumped him at the riverbank. i found him and after gathering his strength at the vet, he finally could go home with me. this his him after a few hours, i love him so so much!

We adopted Daphne back in March. She was very timid at first and it took weeks for her to come to us for affection. After a couple months she began sleeping on our laps. She is now the most affectionate love bug. We don’t know her breed, the rescue centre told us that she is a semi-pure breed of something. She is massive and bigger than our boy tabby cat (who is big himself!). Over these colder months she has developed these gorgeous shaggy brown feathers around her Maine and middle.

Adoption is so rewarding. The process of earning their trust and over time seeing more and more aspects of their personalities reveal as they become comfortable is so amazing.

To anyone thinking of adopting, I highly recommend it. Just make sure you are patient and go at their pace and not force a bond too early on.

He's just turned one and he is a beast hahah 😂 .. we love him soooo much 🥹😻 .. single mama with 3 kiddies, he came into our life at the right time and made it soooo much better ❤️

I just noticed these all over my cat’s head and ears, and I’m not sure if they’re some type of infection or if he got into it with my other cat while I was out.

Does anyone know what these are?

I yearned for the massive stuffed capybara from Costco with this exact goal in mind

Taken from tomasitoyorke on ig

Wondering It anyone else has experienced this. Lost my 13 year old cat the other dav. She seemed healthy never had anv crazv issues until last vear. She wasn't eating a whole lot and realized her teeth were bothering her so she ended up getting dental surgery. Learned she had some arthritis too. It was rough but she got through it and started eating more. After a month though I realized how skinny she was and wondered why she hasn't put any weight back on. Definitely was eating enough. She also had a few episodes of losing balance looking a little shaky. I took her back to the vet and to have her checked out and thev said she was a healthy weight and that they want them small to keep pressure off ioints, and that the shakiness was arthritis pain. Everything was brushed off and not a single test was done. I decided to trust the vet and thought oh this is iust what a 13 vear old cat should be like. She only lasted a few more months like this and died suddenly.Why did they do nothing and not trust me when I said this is not normal for mv cat. I'm heartbroken and feel like 1 failed her. I lost my 7 vear old cat earlier this year to an unknown cause too so this especially hurts. Her name was Zoey and and she was an amazing cat and was right by my side until her last moments. Her favorite thing was when I held her head.

“Most domestic cats live 12 - 15 years before passing on.”

7 year old me couldn’t comprehend what passing on meant at the time. All I understood was that I could have 12 - 15 years with a cat, and I was happy. He must have been only a few weeks old when I found him at my grandpa’s barn. I liked hanging out in the hay loft because it was quiet and peaceful. I heard him before I saw him. His mewing led me to him. From that day on, we called him Mew. 

A couple months later, we brought him home. I wasn’t thinking about what would happen 12 - 15 years from that day. I was busy making the most of that time. Mew turned out to be the perfect name for him. He never lost his vocal side. He was probably more reliable than my alarm clock at waking me up at 6 in the morning. He was also sure to be waiting at the top of the stairs when my brother and I got home from school. Even before we could get our key in the lock of our door, we could hear him from the other side, chastising us for being even a second late. 

When we were home, Mew was a snugglebug. He loved to be picked up and carried around. He would insist on climbing over tables and couches in order to be with us and see what we were doing, even if the task at hand required 0 cats. But he was the sweetest cat. I know every cat owner insists that their cat is special, but Mew really was special. He was the sun. Steady. Constant. A source of light and warmth in my life.

I remember one day when I was 9 or 10, Mew was curled up next to me and I looked over at him and cried. It was the first time that the term “passing on” actually clicked with me. I don’t know what triggered it at that moment. I just knew that one day I’d lose him, and I never wanted that day to come. Time passed, and I watched him change. Small things started to remind me of what was coming. Poor appetite. Arthritis. Lethargy. A week ago he went to the vet and that day that I dreaded became real. October 14th. 

I told myself that with this time I would take pictures and videos and spend time with him. But I can’t bring myself to even look at him without feeling grief and sadness. A few days ago I let him outside for his supervised patio time. In that sunlight, he looked content. Finally, I wanted to grab my phone and take a picture, but I didn’t want to take myself out of that moment. I sat outside with him for a while. It was perfect; just like when we were young. We were having our moment in the sun, wishing it would never set. I realized why I was having such a hard time looking at him. It was like watching the sun set knowing it’s never going to come back up again.

Barely made it through work today. Didn’t even have the front door closed yet when I broke down. Mew was once again waiting for me at the top of the stairs for the last time. My sun was setting for the last time. My chest hurts. My throat aches. My eyes are sore.

I know that the sadness I feel now is the trade-off. For 17 years worth of memories. For 17 years of joy. For 17 years of love. It makes that sadness hurt so much more. 

But it’s worth it. Every last drop of sadness I feel now is worth it for the time we had together. I love you so much Mew.

I just feel so sad and guilty I couldn’t take him. I live in a small apartment and my roommate has a dog that is very high energy and territorial (she almost bit someone when I took her on a walk before). We are also long distance and I live in a city and he has been in the suburbs. He was surrendered because the environment (with something that couldn’t be controlled) was stressing him out and then his behavior was also really stressing the other cats out.

I really want to call the shelter and ask how he is doing but I know I don’t really have the right to that information. It is a no kill rescue thats well known for being a good place. I want to adopt him so bad but I know I couldn’t provide the life that he really needs. Just wanted to put these feelings somewhere people might understand.

I just really hope he finds somewhere who will love him and he can be happy :( he is only 2 and a small cat so I am hoping he has a good chance. When he is alone in a quiet space he is very cuddly and lovable. Wishing him the best 🩷

I also don’t want any condescending comments about my boyfriend’s choice please 🙏 the rescue had also agreed this is probably the best choice.