My sweet sweet boy died two days ago.

We found him today in the swimming pond of our neighbors.

He only got to become 5 years old, always scared of everything and didn't trust strangers, but loved the ones who he knew.

An appeal to all, make your pools and ponds safer and build a ramp. It may not make a difference, but atleast they get a chance.

Burying him was one of the hardest things I had to do in the 27 years im alive.

Hi Guys, sorry for sharing this but I have to, because no one in my close family or friends owned a pet so they don't know how I feel.

Yesterday I had to say good bye to my best friend of 7 years. Last year was tough for both of us. We were fighting cancer. But lately even treatments couldn't help anymore, so I decided to say good bye.

Yesterday in the evening I looked at this picture for 30min and cried. I felt guilt, the way he looks at me, like I didn't do enough for him, even if I know that he felt safe with me.

That's it. Thanks for everyone that will take a minute and read this.

Heard a meowing coming from the sewer near my job so I was able to get the FD out and they were able to get him out.

It was only a couple weeks ago that we lost our 2-year-old tabby, Duke Clawde Hissybritches, and I didn't really think I was ready for a while, but the Cat Distribution System has seemingly decided it was time for the mourning to end and a new chapter to begin.

I'm happy to introduce Jack o' Lantern (Jack for short) and Voodoo Fitts, who were found by a family member's coworker's neighbor. Said neighbor is afraid of cats (dunno why you'd be afraid of such tiny angels), so the coworker took them in, either to give them to the pound the next day or to give them away.

My family member was the one who was told about these cutie patooties, and we went to grab them that afternoon.

Jack is the Orange Gentleman, and the artist formerly known as Pumpkin until a little extra discussion got us a more festive name. In what must be typical Orange fashion, he's a little lunatic, and weirdly interested in eating his sibling's booty, despite us giving them a bath to clean them up.

Mr. Hissy Fitts, then rechristened Voodoo thanks to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy being on in the car, is the chiller of the brothers, though he was the more vocal about strangers reaching out to touch his tiny, adorable body with their comparatively giant hands, thus the original name.

Both have good appetites, only really old enough to eat soft food. We offered them a bottle but they didn't seem to dig the idea, so Mama Fitts must have weaned them.

They've only been with us a night and half a day so far, but they respond well to us and the dogs (the dogs themselves seeming happy with these new family members), and I wanted to officially welcome them in a more visible sense.

TL;DR: Please welcome the very handsome Jack o' Lantern and the illustrious Mr. Voodoo Fitts!

First ever photo I took of my boy (17 Oct 2017) and the last photo I took of him (2nd Oct 2026).

Rest in peace sweet baby💞🥀

She laughs at them but gets mad at me that I take silly and unflattering photos of our cat. Serious cat tax paid on the last photo

This is Cove 🌊

The actual sweetest cat I’ve ever met!

So, just over a week ago, I adopted a 6-year-old cat called Duchess, now renamed Boo. I was specifically looking for an older rescue cat rather than a kitten, and she seemed like a good fit.
The funny thing is, she was described as a bit of a diva, independent, and apparently aggressive. Naturally, I prepared myself for a long settling-in period, plenty of hiding, and having to earn her trust over weeks or months.
Boo apparently didn’t get that memo.
The first few days, she mostly hid under my bed or in her carrier, which I expected. I gave her space, let her approach me on her terms, and never forced her to interact with me.
Fast-forward to now, and I genuinely think I’ve accidentally adopted a tiny, furry Velcro creature.
She:
Climbs onto my bed completely of her own accord and settles right next to me.
Makes biscuits on me while purring so loudly you’d think she had an engine installed.
Leaves to get food, then comes straight back to me.
Follows me around the house and sometimes tries to lead me upstairs when she wants something.
Headbutts my hand repeatedly if I dare to stop petting her.
Rubs her face against me, licks me, and leans into every bit of fuss she can get.
Has now decided that my lap is an acceptable place to spend her time.
Today, she spent around 10 minutes making biscuits on me while purring like an absolute machine before settling down. She doesn’t even need me to call her over anymore. I’ll just be lying there, and she’ll come and curl up beside me herself.
The best part is that she still has her little independent-cat moments, but apparently being independent means she can choose to be attached to me at any given moment.
I went into this expecting to slowly gain the trust of a potentially difficult cat. Instead, I’m barely two weeks in, and she’s already acting like she’s known me her entire life.
Obviously, she’s still settling in, and I know she’ll have her own boundaries and off days. But I’m genuinely baffled by the difference between the description I was given and the cat I’m actually living with.
I’m starting to wonder whether she was genuinely aggressive in her previous home, whether she was misunderstood, or whether she’s just decided that I’m her person.
Either way, I appear to have been adopted by Boo.

TL;DR: Adopted a cat described as aggressive and independent, prepared for months of earning her trust, and somehow ended up with a purring, biscuit-making, hand-bunting lap cat who follows me around and comes back for cuddles after eating. I think I’ve been conned, and honestly, I’m delighted

For 3 months this tabby has been hanging around the underground parking under my building (my smoking spot). At first he ran from me. After a few weeks of careful distance he started approaching for treats, but still swiped if I tried to touch him.
Two weeks ago he officially decided I’m his person. He seeks me out every day, sits with me while I smoke, and for the past week actually lets me pet him (still alert though). Other residents try — he shuts them down hard.
I put out a crate with a blanket last night. He slept in it.
Winter’s coming. I already have two cats. He’s unneutered and still pretty street. I told myself I wouldn’t get attached…
What do I do now?

Forever grateful this sweet baby found her way to our backyard last year.

First time cat mom here, so please be kind if there’s something I’m missing. I adopted two cats 7yrs and 10yrs December ‘25 and got them fully vetted afterwards and because that’s what the shelter recommended. We did extra bloodwork on the 10 yr old due to her age to check kidney values and both were perfectly healthy. This new vet recommends check ups every 6 months as a general recommendation because my cats are both a little older NOT because they have any health issues that require extra care. This seems excessive to me and just another way for them to make some money so I didn’t take them back at 6 months, and now they are emailing me to schedule another exam as it will have been one year in December. Money is a little tight so I think twice before I spend and try to avoid unnecessary expenses but ultimately I can afford vet care for my cats. I just don’t know if it’s necessary? I’m kind of leaning towards once every two years on the check ups and sick visits as needed.

TLDR
Are you taking your healthy indoor cats that are UTD on vaccinations to the vet yearly??

+ a photo of my queen

EDIT Thank you for the kind replies I will be taking both kitties in annually now that I understand the benefits

Meet Milo and his shy sister Stella. They came to me a week ago. Bonded pair, both 9 years old. They've settled so well, and I'm so happy to give them a calm home in their older years!

She just came to her forever home! Still scared, but she has a whole room to explore today. Six weeks old, born to a barn cat, and with an older sister here who already can’t leave her door.

We don't sleep in the same room because I'm a very light sleeper. I noticed every time I tell Alexa to turn off the lights, she politely protests.😹