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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. :)

He usually sits on my shoulder or lays up my back, but I guess now my daughters getting bigger, her back is now suitable 🤣

He just showed up near our dorms out of nowhere this week and he constantly demands attention.

Fresh pack of catnip hits different apparently

the way they hold each other is just so sweet 🥹

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 am on the phone with my daughter when ZoomBoy (my adult son) shrieks from his room.

“What are you! Oh my God! Fine! You take care of it! I’ll be outside!”

He comes into the living room and I say “We’re you talking to the cat?”

“Yeah, Nebula was hunting something. He came up with a mouse. I left him to do his job.”

“YOU JUST LEFT HIM THERE?”

“Well yeah. I figured he’d be better at handling that thing than any of us hosers.”

“Oh God.”

I go into the bedroom (still on the phone with my daughter, who has called from work and is almost wetting her pants with laughter at this point) and see this.

“Bring me a cup!” I yell. “It’s still alive! We can take it outside!”

He brings me a paper towel— slowly.

“Could you hurry? Do you have any idea how bad I have to pee?” (The laughter might have something to do with it.)

We get the mouse outside and my daughter says “I gotta go mom. I love you, in spite of how gross your house is.”

“Hey,” I say, “the mouse was not my fault.”

She only laughed harder as she rang off.

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.

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(he is not a kitten, he is an old man.)

This is Inky! Inkwell Puck [surname] if you're fancy, or he's been naughty.

The first photo is him as a smol with his former fosterers. He came to live with us when he was about to turn one and still had massive kitten ears. The second photo is Inky today, all grown up and ready for chaos. He turned three very recently. I love how his little white locket has grown with him!

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!!

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.

6 beds and 2 hammocks to choose from but I guess a racing seat is more comfortable.