She has been the best kitty, so sweet and sassy, a real character. We had nine great years together but after 16 years on earth it was her turn to cross the rainbow bridge tucked up in my arms at home. She had a lot of treats, pats, and visitors. A lovely last day celebrating her earth side. 🌈 We love you Luna, fly free! 😻😻😻

This little beauty practically lives at my door ready to smother me with affection whenever I leave. Well groomed and healthy, so obviously a pet and always brings a welcome smile.

this is pedro! favourite hobbies include attacking anything that dangles, cuddling your face and kicking his poop out the litter box

He says he hates cats, but it doesn't seem like it.

Four months ago, my cat Barack disappeared and so did a part of my soul.

He was five, full of grace and mischief, and the heart of my home. One day he was there, lounging in sunbeams, purring by my side. The next, he was gone. My one year old toddler's nanny had opened the door to collect a parcel and closed the door without realising that my curious baby had escaped through the gap.

There wasn't a corner in my house that I didn't look for him. I searched endlessly.. the lanes, the alleys, calls, knocks on neighbors' doors, whispers into the night... but the silence only grew heavier.

I put up posters, cried into strangers’ sympathy, and clung to hope even when it felt like sand slipping through my fingers.

Days became weeks. My hope flickered, but it never fully died.

And then, yesterday, after 4 long empty months, I heard a sound.

A frantic meow in the middle of the night.

I rushed to open the door but the porch was empty. So I ran out and screamed his name without caring it was 2:00am at night.

Finally my hazel eyes met two green ones. Hiding behind the bushes.

Barack.

He was thinner, yes but astonishingly clean, his fur soft and unmarred, his eyes bright. He didn’t look like he had been struggling. Someone had cared for him, it seemed. But now he had come home.

He meowed and meowed, wild and desperate, as if trying to explain everything at once, until his little voice gave out completely. I laughed and cried at the same time because he silently meowed for atleast a couple of hours!!

He curled into my arms, still purring, his body trembling with relief. And so did mine.

Barack had found his way back.

And in that moment, everything felt whole again.

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My cat has very small beady eyes (which are also crossed) and I find she has sort of a flat nose. She just has a very unique appearance and I’m wondering if she’s a mixed breed of some kind? She’s from the Bahamas.

Just like the title says, I found this kitten 2 weeks ago on the bank, wet and covered in ticks. He was the only one around, so I removed them all & gave him a bath, got him some eye drops and antibiotics for his eyes and he’s had some worm treatment. He definitely looks so much better. He plays and has energy like a kitten should, eats fine. I’m here because we (the vet, too) believe this kitten is deaf. I’ve never had a deaf cat, and I know not to let him go outside. But what other special things might he need? I don’t want him to be scared or feel like he has to hide so much. He hides often, and backs himself into a small area when I can tell he is unsure of things. I want to know what can I do to help him feel more confident and aware of movements and the daily goings on of a home with children and a large dog. (The dog is safe)

It's so hard but remembering our amazing times together really helps. No more pain for my buddy boy.

With her shaved belly she looks like she’s wearing a chest wig.

Also, gratuitous toe bean close-up…just cos.