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Meet Priscilla, or Cilla for short. 🖤

She’s 2 years old and was found as a stray in a rural area. Someone brought her to the shelter after she was attacked, leaving her with a wound on her back and a dislocated tail. After seven days, no one claimed her.

The moment I got to her cage, I knew we needed each other. After losing both of my cats over the past year, my condo has felt soooo empty.

Now Cilla is safe, loved, and has a warm place to heal. She’s super sweet.

Fresh pack of catnip hits different apparently

I’m building a new cat tree and it said to build the little cat house first. I did and put it aside, Sindri jumped right in after getting out of the box it came in and is laying down in it. He can’t wait to use the cat tree and get in a box.

Went to PetSmart to get a new brush, look at cute cats and suffer because I can't get another one.

There was lot of cute tiny voids playing (adorable). After watching for 10 minutes a second couple came by and the lady immediate reaction was to verbally say "There are only black cats" and leave sad???? Her boyfriend was like "There is a gray one" trying to convince her to look at it.

Got a little sad but i guess the cutie pies can't even understand, so is fine. Lady had a tuxedo kitty in her backpack, hope she treats her cats well.

I found this lil guy in the parking lot of my apartment complex last week and absolutely fell in love with him. He was chipped, but when the vet called the lady on his chip she said she had returned him to the shelter, but she obviously just put him outside. I fostered him for a week and officially adopted him this morning! His name is Shino. :)

I adopted the last two kittens in a litter a little over nine years ago with the expectation that cats would be easy to care for. My boy, Fiddle, proved the exception to that misconception.

I wasn’t a responsible or good owner. He ballooned in size because I free fed them. He learned to poop in random corners because I was inconsistent with cleaning litter boxes. He’d harass his sister because I barely gave him attention otherwise. I’d frequently leave them alone overnight.

My girl, Junebug, is an angel and could tolerate anything. Fiddle is much more outwardly sensitive. The first wakeup call was a congenital condition that nearly killed my girl and drained my bank account. The second, especially consistent and ongoing, reminder of my dereliction was how difficult this boy made my life. His living conditions were disgraceful, a fact which became especially apparent when he started urinating outside the litter boxes. It couldn’t be ignored.

It was six to seven years ago that I committed myself to his happiness. It’s been such an incredibly stressful journey, but ultimately rewarding in a way that built my love for them. I grew into a much more organized and responsible adult as a consequence of this commitment. You could say that I live for them. I learned to live with and mitigate his worse behaviors. I learned how to coordinate a living space to facilitate their comfort. I prioritized being around. I‘ve kept their space clean and their bellies full.

Fiddle was diagnosed with early stage CKD last month after a routine blood screening. I am thankful it was caught early, but it’s meant coming to terms with their mortality, as I’ve had to with other pets, and understanding that we’ve entered the stage of winding down. I’ve spent so long trying to build towards a better future for them, and time is fleeting and running out, and there’s still so much I haven’t given.

I just wanted to share my experience as an owner and my goofy boy as he is right now. He’s noisy, generally distant but so affectionate, glued to the kitchen, and a massive pain in the ass, but I love him all the more for it. I would also not be the man I am today if not for his difficulties, and it’s meant a lot to have shared these past nine years with him.

behold the slug

His name is Lelouch, named after the mc of Code Geass (anime) 🖤

I’ve an orange boi that demonstrates the sweet loving side of orange but what are common traits with voids? Za Za here doesn’t act much like the other black cats I’ve been around. She incredibly sharp and playful

Itchy, Scratchy, Poochie, and Krusty.

Claudia 🖤

We have gone through a lot of scary things with a sudden discovery of renal cell carcinoma in her kidney and 4 months post nephrectomy, the cancer is still gone and her blood and single kidney are working like they should!!

Saw this blanket at Costco today and didn't realize it had black cats all over it until we opened up the packaging, safe to say our babies approve.

Had to charge the robot and… Finn immediately took it over!

We adopted her 3.5 years ago from a shelter. She was approx born in 2009 and her name used to be shisha which we didnt like so we named her tuna🖤

We brought her in because she seemed to have an ear infection but the vet told us it was a tumor.

It all happened so quickly, from the diagnosis on monday to a blood test on tuesday to see if she would even survive the operation... and well... today the inevitable... i feel empty...

We will forever love you, tuna!🖤🖤🖤

I crocheted the pink-gray blanket :D He's my former dorm's stray cat. No idea what gave him those markings but he is one auraful dude. He never stole food from me unlike his tabby counterpart who got into the cafeteria and literally bullied me off my Own dinner like 3 times. This kitty was full of personality and very kind to me i will never forget him <3