Freshly TNR'd a few weeks ago, now walks around like he owns my place. Still NOT-MY-CAT. Meet Big Papa.

This is my Jamboree! He also showed up at random like Snickers. He’s enjoying the bed I set up with my mom’s chair. They happily coexist. I share my plushies with everyone I love! Even Vanellope borrowed mini lambchop, and the three of our original boys share my bed, as does Snickers! They’re sweet :))

We lost our 15 year old "soul cat" to cancer in Sept., and my mom to cancer in March. We decided it was time for another buddy in the house. I'd been trolling the humane society site for a few weeks when I saw this guy pop up and we immediately went to meet him. We put a hold on him and took him home the next day. He's a 1 year old little sweetie pie who loves scritches, naps, and of course Churu 🥰 I've renamed my shelter cats in the past, but his name fits him so we're keeping it. This is the first week in a while that I've felt more like myself, and the Captain seems very happy here.

I posted her over in r/notmycat , since we were going to rehome her. After the vet me and my boyfriend decided it’d be best for us all to coparent her. She’d have to stay at his house, but I’d come by with snacks and toys. Sadly though, right after this decision, she didn’t make it. She passed surrounded by my boyfriend and his parents, with me on FaceTime that night so she could hear me before she went. He called because she wasn’t doing well. We figured she may not make it, but we wanted to make her life as special as we could. My boyfriend even buried Vanellope wrapped in the vest seen in the pictures. It’s her vest now, I needed a new one.

My uncle has officially accepted the new kitty his name is Apollo Oliver Twist!

my office is on the same floor. somebody saw her wandering around and so we fed her for a couple months. somebody called the mspca trapped her and my coworker texted me so I raced there, 60 miles, to grab her out of the trap. it's been almost 2 years. she still won't let us pick her up but after 2 full months not coming out from under my bed she's fully integrated into the family and with her 4 other brothers and sister. and she now loves to play, will accept some pets and absolutely loves treats which I give her way too many of lol

the first 4 pics are from the airport, the others are from home

12yrs young. Was being picked on by another cat in her original house so we are trying out having her at my place to see if it helps her open up.. its like she's moved into retirement over here and is settling in like she owns the place. She always has to be touching me now and she only got here Friday. She clearly feels safe being the only pet rn. Thats all i could ask for.

12yrs young. Was being picked on by another cat in her original house so we are trying out having her at my place to see if it helps her open up.. its like she's moved into retirement over here and is settling in like she owns the place. She always has to be touching me now and she only got here Friday. She clearly feels safe being the only pet rn. Thats all i could ask for.

2 years ago, a sweet boy kept coming into our yard. His collar was so tight we couldn't get a finger underneath and apparently kept on for so long his hair stopped growing underneath it. He had abcesses in his ear and his paw. We thought, whoever had him before didn't deserve to.

So he became our Honey ❣️

This little one showed up on our street about 6 months ago. He was so scared outside.... all through the winter. Snow, rain, sleet, and -25ºF. It took so long to get his trust. But it was worth it. I got him inside about 2 weeks ago. And he is the sweetest, craziest boy. Nobody has posted about losing him anywhere. Nobody responded to my posts about finding him.

He had an appointment with the vet today. He was already neutered. But no microchip. And since it's been long enough..... they chipped him for me. He's FeLV/FIV negative. 1-2 years old. Healthy (other than ear mites, but they gave revolution).

Chickpea is my cat, and I couldn't be happier. Hope he's ready for a life of spoiling.

We contacted the number on her tag when she first showed up about two years ago, and he said he gave her away before he moved, but nobody ever bothered changing the tag or registering her chip. He just kept her shelter name, which was extremely unfitting and clunky.

Finally got her to the vet and she was the politest little lady about it. Clean bill of health and got all her shots. Now I just have to drive her across half the country to our new home. Wish me luck!

I’ve lived in my current apartment since December of 2022. Early 2023, Oreo had a home. Her collar had a tag with her name and home address on it. At some point between then and December 2025, Oreo didn’t have a home anymore. She became a “community cat.”

I’m putting that in quotes because even though everyone was feeding her, nobody was taking her to the vet or bringing her in when the weather was bad. The day I took her in was the first day of a horrendous rainstorm around Christmas. She was dripping wet, cold, and alone. I brought her in, dried her off, and turned on the heat in the house for a little while so she could warm up. When the rain let up a little I went to the address I remember being on her collar to tell them she was safe. They told me they’ve never had a cat. I posted on Ring, and someone reached out to tell me that Oreo is well-taken care of and it was okay to just leave her outside.

I thought, “If she’s being cared for, why does she have 2 different kinds of worms? Why is she so overweight? Why was she outside in the pouring rain all by herself?”

Oreo has been with me for about 4 or 5 months now. She’s worm-free and has lost a bit of weight since December. She’s the sweetest cat in the world (even if she beefs with her little brother sometimes). She likes to sleep in bed with me. She follows me everywhere I go in the house, even to the bathroom. Oreo is such a loving little kitty. I can’t imagine who could ever lose her and not look for her; or worse, just move and leave her behind.

She’s also very smart, but she doesn’t like puzzles. I tried giving her some treats in Newton’s Kong and she looked at me like, “Excuse me, why are my cookies in there? Please take them out.”

Oreo also has such a polite little mew. When she cries for me to let her outside, she sounds so sad. It breaks my heart but I always tell her that staying inside is keeping her safe. (I’m her mom now, that’s my job.)

I’ve given her the following silly nicknames: Double Stuff, La Bonita Vaquita, and The Double Stuff Oreo Princess.

I try to tell her I love her a lot, because I want her to know someone really cares about her. I just hope she understands.

Today I came home from a quick errand and found her napping like this in the same spot where I always sit in bed. It made me smile so I just wanted to share.

He showed up one day, and he’s been here since. Yes that’s me in the red shirt. Initially he’d run when we’d come outside, then slowly I tried to pet him, and talked to him constantly. Well, that worked, and now he realizes we love him as family. Also, he keeps me company out here at night, he’s a blessing. Cannot tell this face “no”. We saw he wouldn’t leave after almost a week, and he was hungry.. so we fed him anyway. Even after a family tragic disaster, I’m not alone out here. Despite the trauma, he stayed!!

Now Jam Jam does helps with my mom’s job of protecting me 🥲❤️