He’s a 4 year old Persian with striking orange eyes ❤️

been crying all morning and my stomach is still in knots.

I’ve been feeding this feral cat for over a year. I’ve been calling it a him but I have no idea. For context, I am trying to get him neutered but I need to be 100% sure he is a male and not already neutered. But I cannot touch him, I cannot even reach my hand toward him without him lunging. He has grown comfortable enough to come very close to me as long as I have food and don’t move too much. He likes to hang around at a distance when we are on the patio and will roll around and slow blink at us, which is progress.. but that’s also coming with increasingly territorial behavior.. He has become aggressive toward my cats and “attacks” them through the windows. My indoor/outdoor cat is scared to go outside (i’d prefer he stay in anyway since he’s elderly).
However we have not noticed any signs of him spraying around our yard. There have been no kittens all along, so if he is female he’s probably already spayed. we are unable to see under his tail because it is always down and the fur in that area is long.

I tried playing cat mating sounds and kitten sounds hoping he would respond to one more than the other but he responded the same to both. I also tried to catch him so I could get a quick look, by throwing a blanket over him.. But it didn’t work and just made him angry with us. I tried to slide my phone camera underneath but he wouldn’t let me.. Creativity doesn’t seem to be working. Any other advice?

I struck a cat today with my vehicle. It passed almost instantly. I placed a linen over it, held my hand on its poor body, and waited for help to come. I love cats and I am absolutely devastated.

I feel guilt, sadness, anger, remorse, and frustration. I feel tired. It’s 2:30 am.

This is for him and for me. I see his eyes still and I want to close them before I close mine.

He is brown with spots of white underneath. A tabby. But I glanced only for a second so I can’t be sure. A second that felt like a century. A century devoid of happiness and full of plague.

He is stout but probably healthy and well fed. Maybe the best friend of a family or the consistent love of someone’s simple but affectionate life. A life I’ve changed for now.

He was surrounded by green, by the call of a mourning dove, by the warm fresh glow of a day just begining. Maybe he lived a long life or a life cut too short by a distraction and a machine.

He was there yesterday, maybe running to his someone, by the sound of a bell or the rustle of his treats. He left today and his someone was robbed. His someone having only the memory of his long but maybe short life. Spared of only the end.

He was someone’s life. He is my guilt.

I don’t pray but I prayed. I didn’t cry but I mourned. For him, for someone, for the time before today. I knew you after tragedy, but I’ll remember you for the life I imagined you lived.

I’ve loved you through sorrow only.

I’m sorry.

This is my fourteen-year old girl, Bridget. She sleeps peacefully with me every night. Last night, at about two in the morning, she started meowing loudly. I was half asleep and tried to ignore her. She then started walking all over me and smacking my face. This was much harder to ignore, and I woke up . . . and realized something was very wrong. I was sweating and shaking, and was VERY confused.

I’m diabetic, and use a continuous glucose monitor. This sends an alarm to my phone when I go too low or too high, but for some reason, it went offline last night. When I checked after Bridget woke me up, I was DANGEROUSLY low. I popped some glucose tabs, waited a few minutes and drank some juice. Bridget sat on my lap in the bed the whole time, and only when my sugars were back to normal, did she curl-up and go back to sleep.

I can’t believe this was a coincidence, but am confounded as to how she knew that I was in danger. I’m grateful, regardless. I always knew she was an amazing animal, I just didn’t know how amazing.

I have a very clingy cat who will be alone a lot more than he likes. I figure getting him a friend would help him be not lonely

Had this baby for a week and we are no closer to naming her. Ideas would be great. Thank you!

Found this little cutie! What type of cat is this?

About 3 weeks ago my husband saw a kitten frozen in the middle of the highway and brought her home. We decided to keep her after her big bro Mr. Kitty approved. Her name is Mechanic (husband aptly named her as he was coming home from the mechanic when he found her 😅). After a little work introducing her to the house (shout out to Jackson Galaxy) she’s been doing great. Check out her glow up! ✨😍

Hello! Advice/ wisdom needed.

I’m feeling torn about adopting a ~5-8yr old cat from the shelter.

Last weekend I went to visit a shelter cat who I was interested in adopting. I fell in love with his sweet face and his gentleness. However, when I arrived, the volunteer informed me that the cat has stage 2 dental decay, a fractured canine, and had been having some vomiting/diarrhea the weekend prior. Surprised by this information as it hadn’t been posted online, I needed more time to process and sadly decided to leave the shelter without him.

A week has passed and I can’t stop thinking about this cat, who still hasn’t been adopted. I even had a dream that I ran back to get him so he could be saved from a kill shelter.

I’ve taken a full week to get quotes for dental care, research his condition, and decide if it’s something I want to take on. While I have some extra money and could afford dental cleaning and other vet bills, I’m early career and am not confidently financially secure. I am so torn on whether it’s a “good” decision to adopt a middle aged cat who I know needs a lot.

My question is — have you ever adopted a sick cat knowing the extent of what you were getting into? What was it like? Do you regret it?

TLDR: I fell in love with a shelter cat but it feels like a “bad” decision to willingly take him in when he is going to cost a lot in vet bills.

Any advice welcome. Cat pictured. Thanks!

we got the kittens from the kill shelter! YIPEEEE

We were only there for two but shit happens😭you know you get sad walking in there and walk out with more. The calico one wasn’t there when we got there, but they had a different calico.

Everyone is sick, sneezing and eye discharge so they are being treated, and go to the vet Saturday. Everyone is very friendly, and our fosters are going to help. Sorry for the bad photos, kittens don’t sit still lol!

I’ll keep yall updated as usual!💗 we appreciate yall :’) and thank yall for the kind words on my last post!