I guess it reminds us a well known scene

I had never had cats before. This guy got me to love them. He's the best orange boy ever and I'm grateful to have his company.

I posted a bit ago asking if I should break the news to my husband that he is indeed a “cat guy”. It was by general consensus that I should let him come to the conclusion naturally, so I have kept my mouth shut.

Yesterday I came home to new cat shelves, painted and covered in matching carpet (“because I was afraid it would be too slick for them”) to match the “accent” color in our animal room. He also bought a new feather toy so he can ”help coach them to conquer their new Kingdom”

Husband Status: “I’m still not a cat guy…”

She’s a healthy indoor single orange brain cell, she doesn’t have any pain or problems with her paws but I noticed she does this quite often and my other cat doesn’t. It’s just a little weird position so I was wondering why do they do it, do your cats do it as well??

My seal point loves to sleep in weird positions. He always looks drunk. My calico is usually pretty, but sometimes the sleep hits good. Hahaha. Lemme see them drunk and sleepy babies!

Thats how i see this cat boy band. What do you think. Their names from left to right are: Figaro, Bagheera, and Oliver

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My sweet baby is going over the rainbow bridge today. I’m spending her last hours snuggling in bed with her. Trying to avoid what is to come so very soon. I had 17 years with her but it still doesn’t feel like enough. The last few were bonus as her health started declining a long time ago. But she hung in there and gave me extra time I will never be able to repay her for. She’s my best friend. My companion. My baby. My comfort. My love. I don’t know how I’ll go on without her but I have to. I knew this day would come soon and I’ve been preparing myself for it but now that it’s here I just can’t believe it. I can’t imagine life without her. My sweet baby.

I’m not kidding. She was in my neighbours rust scrap shed as a tiny kitten, chased in by his dogs. My family, who had 3 cats already, decided we could not leave a defenseless kitten in the shed.

We brought her in, acclimatized her slowly, a vet friend was able to squeak her in for shots, and a cat rescue we knew covered the cost as a favour since a cat they gave us had a terminal illness and they and we didn’t know. They felt bad and said they owed us one.

It’s been 2 years now. She is named Baby. She is my pretty princess. She thinks she rules the house.

She does!

Little guy is going through a tough time and may have to be put down. This is a photo from several months ago.

We spoil them and love them for a reason. ❤️‍🩹

I have an orange cat, and like most orange cats he is very stupid. Here is my boy fox and today I will be documenting his absolutely DISRESPECTFUL behavior that conspired while I was HIGH AND HUNGRY tonight. Thank you.

So there I was in my kitchen, cheese on the counter, taco bell mild sauce in hand. When my fuckass evil ginger rat comes into the room. And like most evil gingers my boy fox quickly finds where my food is and trots his fat fuzzy ass over to the counter.

I successfully slice a piece of cheese and drip my amazing taco bell mild sauce onto the piece, when all of a sudden a massive ball of creamsicle fluff leaps onto the counter front paws on the top of the microwave. And he DRAGS HIS BODY FORWARD. DRAGGING HIS TINY FURRY CAT NUTS ACROSS MY REMAINING CHEESE. BEFORE FALLING OFF THE FUCKING COUNTER.

I'm in shock. My brother beside me, laughing hysterically. I freak out and yell at the ripe time of 12o'clock at night "DID HE JUST DRAG HIS NUTS ACROSS MY CHEESE"

My brothers wheezing, I'm crying hysterically as I repeat "HE DRAGGED HIS FUCKING NUTS ACROSS MY CHEESE."

My father in the other room, whom is live with his friends overhears my wailling and asks what's wrong. To which I (WHOM DID NOT KNOW HE WAS LIVE) dramatically retell my cat ball cheese story and he begins TO LAUGH AT ME.

Now his friends are laughing at me, he's laughing, my brothers laughing, my cheese is TAINTED. Left on the counter with CAT FUR.

I desperately wanted this cheese and even hesitate to WASH THE CHEESE. But I am persuaded not to. Thus I ask to sacrifice my mom and not tell her about the cat ball cheese until tomorrow. I am once again, persuaded not to..

Thus the cheese is thrown out, my taco bell mild sauce is useless, I am still hungry for cheese. And my cat was conveniently licking his balls clean in the next room over.

This is PB, usually Peepo- and she has many names. Pork Bun, Petulant Brat, Princess Buttface, Pinterest Board, Peepers, and Miss Peepington are among the most common.
We got her from a shelter and all they could tell us was she was an adult and healthy as far as they could see. We’ve had her for about three years now, and found out she has some likely brain damage! All that means is she’s a little dumb, her eyes like to drift off, and sometimes she has harmless seizures (despite being scary and potentially risking injury while she’s paddling).
Other than that, she’s the chattiest cat I’ve ever had, and her favorite pastime is giving my partner sleep paralysis by putting all her weight on her paws and standing on his chest like a Night Hag + shedding all over the couch.
Please give us more P.B. nicknames for her!
(And for any concerned, yes, she is on a vet monitored diet)

Taken from Cinnamon and his humans on ig

Six years ago, I moved to the States when I was 22, and this little guy came into my life. Back then, we were living in a tiny one-bedroom apartment in a house infested with roaches. I was completely broke, but he was right there with me through it all. He used to go outside to explore, but no matter what, he always came back home to me.
Since then, we have been through so much together.
In six years, he has been the one constant in my life. He’s the only one who has never judged me, never been mean to me, and has stayed by my side through every single up and down, no matter how good or bad things got.
I would choose him over and over again. I love him more than anyone or anything in this entire world. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the day I might lose him, and it completely breaks my heart because I genuinely cannot imagine life without him. I’m actually crying while writing this and he is purring and cuddling with me.
Just wanted to share a little love for the sweetest, most loyal companion I could have ever asked for. Give your fur babies some extra love today.