One orange is never enough

We thought we were getting ourselves a new kitten. Archer decided we were getting him a new kitten and the rest was history. Jiji is his second void, after the one between his ears.

My big boy Nuggy being a loaf on his beenbag!

Hi, Pooh family! 🧡🐻

I asked my assistant to post some good videos of me. You deserve to see this much cuteness in motion. 🤭

For my new Pooh fans, here’s my story…

I was abandoned in a hotel room with a bleeding paw. I ended up in a shelter, where I spent a few days waiting for someone to notice me.

My assistant came to rescue a black kitty, but another rescue had picked her up just minutes earlier. Then the shelter staff mentioned me: an orange, “aggressive” kitty who would be euthanized the next morning.

“But I checked the list. He wasn’t on it,” she said.

“We’re going to add him.”

And just like that, I had one evening to find someone who would choose me. 💔

My assistant already had several cats with medical needs. She wasn’t planning to bring home another one.

But she chose me.

At home, we were both a little scared of each other. Everything was new to me, and apparently she had never seen such a huge cat.

Excuse me, ma’am. I’m a family pack. 😤🧡

The next day, we had our first proper meeting. She sat quietly on the bed while I watched from the window. I decided to make the first move.

“Hi.”

“Hi, how are you?” she said.

I came closer for a few gentle pets… and within 15 minutes, I was her baby. 🥹

The lady at the front desk told my assistant, “He’s not a nice cat. He’s aggressive. If you ever bring him back, we’ll euthanize him immediately.”

My assistant brought me home anyway. And within 15 minutes of our first proper meeting, that “not nice” cat was purring and asking for more pets. Turns out, I had a whole lot of love waiting for someone who would give me a chance. 🧡

Then she shared my pictures here, you started calling me Pooh Bear, and now I’m YOUR Pooh Bear.

I recently had entropion surgery because my eyelids were turning inward, making my eyes painful and cloudy and affecting my vision. My eyelashes were rubbing against my corneas. But I kept being a sweet boy, even when I was hurting.

I’m still healing, and I might need another surgery, so I’m not officially available for adoption yet. My assistant also thinks I might not hear properly.

Maybe I’m just ignoring her. A gentleman needs some privacy. 🤭

Many of you have kindly asked how to help with my treatment. My medical expenses are covered right now, so we don’t need monetary donations for my care. Thank you for caring about me so much. 🧡

If you’d still like to send me something, I happily accept food and toys. Being a family pack comes with a family-sized appetite. 😋 And your love and good wishes are always welcome.

Sending every one of you a big, soft Pooh hug. Thank you for choosing to love me, too. 🐻🧡

Milo in his happy spot.

Not OC

Meet Boomer!

We just picked up this beautiful little orange critter in Cape Breton Island today. The kids love him and our two dogs have been very welcoming. He's a little nervous around them, but he's shown curiosity, and the two dogs seem to be very interested in him as well and not being territorial. So I'm pretty confident they'll all be friends.

Would have sliced her in half by accident if I don't know the difference.

"Can you finally go to bed so I can get on the recliner?!"

Spice has retirement figured out

Sawberry

I call this handsome fella the blond pisser because he once entered our cat door and sprayed in our kitchen. Otherwise he’s a pretty charming guy, very popular with the other kitties. I don’t know the other admirer. I did escort him out of the road.