Feeling really down tonight and could use some cute or funny cat pictures to brighten my day! Here is Doughnut and Nora. 💖

She had eosinophilic ulcers as a kitten and it ate away at a good portion of her mouth. She’s ridiculously cute and I thought other people would enjoy her cuteness as well. Have a nice day ❤️

[OC] I had to say goodbye to my childhood cat today. His name is Steve. I had him since he was 3 months old, when I was 10. He lived to a little older than 18, and I feel so blessed he made it so long. Most cats don't even make it to 15. He was the best orange boy, and I'm so happy I was able to say goodbye. I miss him and I am grieving so much, but I know he's no longer in pain. That matters to me more than anything else.

Please share pictures of your orange cats if you're able to 🐱🤎

On Monday, my wife and I said goodbye to our sweet girl, Zelda.

She was diagnosed with grade 3 mammary carcinoma a little over a year ago and underwent two surgeries to remove both mammary chains. We were fortunate to have more time with her afterward, but the cancer eventually returned, and we began noticing her health declining in recent weeks.

We took her to the vet after she became less active and developed a persistent cough, where we learned that the cancer had spread to her lungs and fluid was accumulating. We knew then that it was time to let her go.

As much as we wanted more time with her, we couldn't justify allowing her to suffer, so we chose to take on the pain of saying goodbye to spare her from the pain of staying.

I'm heartbroken, but there's some relief in knowing she isn't suffering anymore. I've spent much of the past year preparing myself for this day, though I'm sure the reality of her absence will continue to sink in.

Zelda was part of our family for 12 years. She was loved every single day, and our home won't be quite the same without her.

Rest easy, Zelda. We love you, and we'll miss you.

Hello everyone! I would like to say that I adopted a beautiful little angel named Athena today. She is a 2 year old domestic shorthair female. I recently signed up for a program that helps veterans adopt animals (Pets for Patriots) and I was approved 2 weeks ago and on Sunday I found this adorable cutie up for adoption. The program works with shelters around the country and I was able to get a 30% discount off of the adoption fee and I’ll be getting a $200 Petco gift card. I am so excited since I haven’t had a cat since around 2005 when I was in the Army. She’s still getting used to her new environment and hasn’t left her pet carrier yet, but I’m hoping she’ll adjust well!

Would you consider my baby to be orange or tan? People say he's a gingy but I don't think so. His mom and 2 litter mates are identical in color to him.

As a baby he was super beige, light heavily creamer saturated coffee 😂 when I adopted him I was obbsessed as I have never seen or I guess never paid attention to cats being this color.

Sorry if the flair is off, not sure what OC means.

***update: love all the comments and seeing some of your babies! Lol I felt wrong to put him as apart of the notorious orange crew 🤣. I think I'm going to run with champagne or diet orange (my favorite lmao)

Milos is a brown, pure bred Bengal, who is the absolute sweetest boy. He’s just as chatty and cute as he was at this age. His has striking spots and lines, just like a tiger. Enjoy the meows :)

Today is a heartbreaking day for us. Our cat, Mil Mil, has passed away far too young. She was probably not even two years old yet. I still remember finding her when she was just a tiny kitten, probably around two months old, all alone with no other cats around. Someone must have abandoned her there.

​It had been a long time since we last cared for a cat. Her presence brought so much warmth and color into our home. When she was little, not a single day went by without me taking photos of her. She was so unique and sweet, and she never wandered far from home.

​This morning, she was gone. I found her lifeless not far from our house. We suspect she might have eaten a mouse that had consumed rat poison outside. We never failed to keep her well-fed, and we always kept a close eye whenever she caught or brought home a mouse.

​She leaves behind two 3-month-old kittens. They will surely miss their mother so much.

Goodbye! Rest in peace!

Hello everyone, this is a post for me and my cat. This wonderful half maine coon dapper boy is Tigger. For 14 years he has been one of my best friends.

We got Tigger when I was 8, he was the first cat my parents got for me to name and pick out. He was born to a full maine coon mother and a domestic shorthair father.

Since he was a tiny kitten, hes been playful, loving and a massive teddy bear.

He had to grow up beside someone who was 8 and very energetic so he is very tolerant.

For 14 years he has grown beside me and been here through very tough and very wonderful things.

Last saturday he came into my room and I noticed his belly was distended, swollen and hard like a balloon.

We called the vet and they did scans and an xray, he was an amazing little boy and needed no sedation, he let them do everything they needed.

She gave me a phone call initially after the xray and told me all around his organs is fluid and they were gonna do an ultrasound.

They proceeded to do the ultrasound and she prior warned me that this fluid could be caused by things with amazing prognosis and also super bad prognosis, expressing cancer is one of these things.

Not long after she rang me back up, expressing it was not good news. Theres a 5cm lump buried in his liver growing outwards.

She said anything further done such as bloodtests would merely be for information as she said I think we have our anwser.

She expressed that my Tiggy does not know he is sick, he is still alert and happy and its early end stage essentially.

We didn't get an estimate of how long we have as I did not see the point in putting my boy through more stress when none of those tests would help him.

We went and picked him up and I looked at the scans and seeing the lump broke my heart.

We have been doting on him ever since and giving him extra love. But it is heartbreaking, he can no longer jump up on places as effectively, he waddles when he walks, he has slowed down a lot, shows no interest in toys, no interest in catnip, and it is so saddening.

He loved toys and catnip and would go nuts for that stuff, he would find toys, carry them to us and yowl to let us know he caught them, he would also yowl on the unit to let us know he wanted food or biscuits.

Its a struggle to mourn something that isn't gone. We are pampering him while we have him here but I wanted to share about him so more people could know how amazing he truly is, here are some quirks and funny things he has done and testaments to his personality.

He has never bitten or scratched anyone not even on accident.

He has an obsession with a frog toy.

He is also obsessed with wrappers and plastic, loves waiting until you hear or see him with it then will carry it in his mouth and run off like a goober.

He loves cuddles and attention, he will lay across you wherever you are and give you love as if you are the only human on earth.

He still does and always has loved belly rubs, they are one of his favourite things.

He loves yogurt treats.

He is always concerned for our other cats and protects them and loves them all.

He will let you lay your head on him and fall asleep cuddled into him.

He is a scaredy cat despite his size, noises terrify him, fireworks, drills, thunder. Hes a large boy with loud fears.

He is always purring.

He loves food lol but thats every cat.

And lastly. He has saved my life sometimes and comforted me when I have had no one else in the quiet of life and the hardships and when I lost my second childhood cat that was gotten for me, he was there.

This is gonna be a very hard thing to go through, it already is. I lost my second childhood cat 3 years back to cancer too. He has an entire shelf dedicated to him and when my Tigger goes. He will be up there with Casper and tattooed next to Casper's paw on my wrist.

I know many may not read this. But one of the greatest things we have in this life is our furry companions regardless of species.

They give us their forever never knowing we can't give them ours.

If anyone else has gone through this, a terminal diagnosis on your furry friend. I'd love advice and to hear stories of how to cope or to memorise my baby.

If you read this all, thank you. I am happy you also somewhat get to know what an amazing boy my Tigger is. Have a lovely day.

My cat died this week from a linear foreign body. She swallowed a long piece of braided fishing line. By the time we got to surgery it was wrapped under her tongue and ran the entire length of her intestines. She didn’t make it.
I’m posting this because I wish someone had told me these things more bluntly when it first started. Your cat will likely die if you do not act within 24-48 hours of ingestion.
It wasn’t obvious at first.
There was no dramatic gagging or obvious struggle when she took the line. I didn’t see her eat it and the rod never even moved. The first signs were vomiting (including some pink-tinged foam), then periods where she seemed better after fluids and anti-nausea medication. Because it wasn’t a clear, dramatic “she just ate a long piece of string” moment, I kept hoping it was something milder. That delay mattered.
Key things I wish I had known:
• Cats can break and swallow braided fishing line (even 20–30 lb test) right off a rod with almost no struggle. You may not hear gagging or see them fighting it.
• Once it starts going in, the tiny barbs on a cat’s tongue make it extremely hard for them to spit it back out.
• It often anchors under the tongue (or in the stomach) while the rest is pulled deeper by normal gut movement. This turns it into a linear foreign body that saws through the intestines.
• This is an immediate emergency. Waiting a day or two to “see if it passes” or hoping the cat improves can cost them their life.
• Pink-tinged foam or vomit can be an early sign that the line is already irritating or cutting tissue in the mouth/throat.
• One of the first things a vet should do is carefully check under the tongue. Owners can try, but it is often hard to see or reach safely without experience.
Take any evidence seriously.
Missing line on a rod, a cat that suddenly starts vomiting (especially with any pink tint), weird tongue movements, or just a gut feeling that something string-like could be involved — treat it as urgent. Don’t wait for the cat to look “really sick.” Linear foreign bodies can progress quietly while the cat still has moments of looking okay.
If there is any real suspicion that your cat has swallowed a long string-like object (braided fishing line, sewing thread, yarn, ribbon, dental floss, etc.), get them to a vet the same day.
I delayed because she had moments of looking better and I didn’t think she could break 20+ pound line so easily. By the time the line had progressed all the way through, the damage was too severe.
I’m sharing this so someone else might catch it earlier than I did. Please don’t wait on this one.

Rest easy sweet Willow. I love you infinity ♾️❤️

Yesterday it was Arthurs final day. I had to make the hardest decision of my life but lets start from the beginning.

I moved out at 18 and never had pets but my ex-girlfriend wanted cats so we decided to look around for a race that could live in an appartment. We found out that Bombay is the perfect fit and contacted a breeder.

She had no kittens left but took back two 2-year old brothers from an abusive family, who had been locking them away in a tiny room and hitting them. She said chances are slim that they will regain their will to live and she would normally put them to sleep.

So we took Arthur and Aramis (we kept their names) in and after a few months of living side by side they gained back their trust to humans and they've been the cuddliest boys ever since. They conquered my heart and I took an oath to never let them suffer again.

They still feared new smells and new people especially man with deep voices and we tried letting them out but they got so overwhelmed that we decided to keep them inside.

Everyone that came to visit us loved them and while Aramis was outgoing and made sure everyone gets to pet him, Arthur was shy and conservative when it came to new people. But he was very focused on me, and over the years Arthur and I bonded in a special way. And while I love them both to no end Arthur became my soulcat

They've been with me ever since and supported me through every major and minor decisions in my adult life.

They've been with me through every big change in my life from the heartbreak of my ex-girlfriend breaking up with me, to finding new love and marrying her, to losing my dad to brain cancer, buying a house and also the birth of my son.

This summer we took him to the vet since he had, what we believed to be, a sinus infection but It turned out that his lungs had a tumor and were failing and also his heart got arythmic. The doctor prescribed meds and gave us a few months maybe a year, sadly it got worse by the day after only a few weeks.

So I had to make the hardest decision of my life and put Arthur to sleep. I think he knew that his time had come and we spent the last days close together saying goodbye to each other.

I know it's the right decision to let him go at the age of 16(several different vets assured me), he could pass away peacefully at home with us and everyone especially Aramis got to say their goodbyes.

But it tears me apart on the inside. I am writing this while lying in bed, crying, Aramis curled up against me, another night without sleep fearing the morning without my best friend.

Goodbye Arthur , Arthi Barti or Count Arthula you will be missed dearly. I don't know how life will be without you but I hope you had a wonderful life with me, I sure enjoyed our 14 years together. There will never be another one like you my special boy.

Please tell me everything will be alright because right now it feels like my world is falling apart and my heart is shredded to pieces. I would give everything for another day with you

Today was her last day on earth but I'll forever remember her.. She didn't like to be pet or held but she learned how to knock at my door so she could sleep beside me and I think it was her way to show affection without contact 😂

I hope now she's reunited with her kittens and husband that left before her 💔

Today is going to be a rough night not having her by my side..

we’ve been together for 12 years now. He’s been by my side throughout my journey of growing into the man I am today, ever since my teenage years

i often wish I could apologize to him for not being the most attentive owner when I was a teenager. But it’s been many years since I moved out of my parents place with him, and ever since, I’ve done everything I can to make sure he’s comfortable and happy

his name is Mayak, which means “lighthouse” in my native language

It’s been two weeks since I had to let my baby boy go. He was 16. Lymphoma got him. Or, was getting him. We knew we had to help him go, because he was suffering and he was going to soldier on for us if we didn’t let him out of it.

I know it was the right thing for him. I’m not agonizing over the decision. And I’d be mourning him regardless. But what I can’t get over is that I couldn’t do what I’ve done for other pets and what I envisioned for him.

The lymphoma robbed him of his appetite. Even on steroids and even with Mirataz (which helped at first). He got to where he just wouldn’t eat. I had it planned out in my head, too. All his favorite foods that he had been limited on in life, he’d have in abundance on his last day. He was going to have tuna for breakfast, snacks of bologna, some beef jerky, he was going to nibble some raising canes and then get some churu to wash it down, and some “creamies” as we joked he would have called ice cream.

But he couldn’t (or wouldn’t, one) eat anything. He was my best little dude, and he’s been there for me and for my wife for so many years, and the fucking cancer robbed us and him of the last day he deserved.

It eats me alive. He deserved it all.

Edit: probably not going to surprise anyone who sees the number of comments, but I can’t possibly reply to everyone. Thank you all for sharing your kindness, your similar stories, and the pictures of your own little guys. Thanks sincerely.

While camping over the summer I caught and fixed 4 kittens. We kept this little gray tabby and named her Meadow (I named all the kittens after cabins at the campground). She was very spicy when we brought her home, but quickly got friendly and comfortable, and then started trying to get back outside. The other night while calling my dog in, she slipped out without me realizing, and spent the night outside. She came in with what I quickly suspected was dislocated hip. Of course it was a Saturday morning, so off to the emergency vet we went. They confirmed the dislocation, attempted to put the joint back in, which failed. Yesterday she went in for a FHO surgery (femoral head ostectomy). She is thankfully doing better. Definitely in less pain than before her surgery and desperately trying to escape the crate. She has to be confined for two weeks though, so she can heal.

Keep your kitties inside! It might just save you $5,000, and your kitty alot of pain. We have 2 other cats, one strictly indoor, and one indoor/outdoor. He has been very upset about his restricted outside time. I keep telling him we don't have any more cat surgery money, so he better keep his paws inside 😂

Edit - thank you for all of your kind words. Please hug your cats and always check the washer or dryer or under cars to make sure cats are not there.

This was my girl Reggie (we was told she was a boy when we got her but she turned out to be a girl) she climbed into the tumble dryer that had damp but still warm clothes from being dried and buried herself in the clothes. This is something she had NEVER done before.

My poor mum has then shut the door and turned the dryer on and went to bed without realising. We found her in there this morning. I am complete and utterly heartbroken, I've never experienced pain like this before. She didn't deserve to die like that or suffer the way she did, she was such a kind and loving baby girl. My mum is an absolute wreck and I don't know how to console her.

She loved boxes, dreamies and snuggling up into a dressing gown like a kangaroo, I called her kangareggie..I've put her in a box wrapped in my dressing gown and I'm going to bury her under a bush because she liked bushes. How am I ever going to move on from this? I'm completely and utterly devastated that she diedin such a tragic and preventable way. My heart is aching so much.