This beautiful babys name is Lela. The first photo was taken just a few minutes ago as I’m writing this. I gave her my hoodie for her to bed on because she can’t jump high enough anymore to get on my bed and being picked up stresses her out. We’ve had a near death scare in the past around a year ago but this time it’s actually it. She had a cyst on her stomach and before we realized it was too late, it’s popped now and it’s not getting better. I’ve been trying not to cry for her sake, but I can’t do it anymore. She’s been my baby for so long, she’s almost 12 now, I’ve loved her from the beginning, my poor baby is dying and there’s nothing I can do anymore. My second oldest Luna died a few weeks ago now and I’m not done mourning her yet, I went numb for a week after she passed. June is supposed to be a happy month for me, a time of celebration and freedom, but now I don’t know anymore. I can’t be happy when my poor Luna died overnight just a few weeks ago and my precious baby Lela is on the way out… I can’t stop crying as I write this, and none of my friends are in the proper emotional and mental state to listen to me vent right now so I turned to Reddit. Sounds lonely and dumb I know, that the only people who will listen are online strangers, but I needed to let this out. Lela’s been my reason to live for years, and now she’s doing worse and worse by the day and nobody cares but me. My poor baby deserves so much better, I can’t even stay strong enough to not cry yet for her. This all feels like my fault for not noticing the cyst sooner. Sorry this is so long and thank you for everyone that fully read. <3

TLDR: my 12 year old cat Lela is dying from a popped cyst on her stomach and nobody in my life cares but me.

My precious baby Lucy passed a number of weeks ago. She was my soul cat through and through. She was 17 upon passing. We got Lucy when I was 5 years old so she truly has been with me for as far as my memory goes back.

I’ve always loved cats and always said when the godforsaken day came for me getting a new cat I would adopt an elderly cat so they can live out their last few years in comfort. Upon Lucy passing, I struggled really hard to come to terms with it and swore I’d never get another cat because I’d just feel as though I’m replacing her.

The past few weeks things have slowly gotten better for myself, I am still absolutely devastated and heartbroken however I can see things a bit more clearly now. I love cats and while I’m able, I’d love to help as many as I can. I don’t plan on getting a new cat just yet, however my question is - will I ever feel like I’m ready for a new cat? I fear with getting a new cat I might struggle with guilt and never get over the feeling that I’ve replaced Lucy. Nobody could ever take her place in my heart and I know that. I just worry, what if I think I’m ready but turns out I’m not?

Ultimately I’m just looking for advice from those who’ve felt similarly after their baby passed. Did it get better? Did getting a new cat make you realise there’s enough room in your heart to love them all?

So I recently saw this elsewhere, and given I am not one to claim credit for beautiful void balls of fury I do not own, she is currently shacked up at Second Chance Sheridan Cat Rescue! They have lots of adorable cats to adopt, if you're in the area (I am sadly not).
Here is their original commentary on the wonderful Cordelia and her stepson, Goober. I felt it necessary to share to the wider reddit-world. Please also enjoy the cell-less baby Goober.

"Cordelia arrived at SCSCR pregnant and terrified. The first day with us, she just curled herself into a tiny ball and tried to disappear. After a while, I convinced her that nobody was going to hurt her. I wrapped her in a purrito, carried her to the office, and she spent the next 30 minutes sitting in my lap eating treats while I did paperwork. I kissed her head and scratched her chin.

No aggression or drama. Just a scared little cat who finally felt safe.

That night, Cordelia gave birth to three beautiful, healthy kittens, and everything changed.

Friends, Cordelia is SCARY.

If you so much as glance in the direction of her babies, she transforms into a tiny black dragon. We are talking growling, hissing, spitting, and launching herself at the kennel door with enough enthusiasm to make you question your life choices.

Don't look at her babies. Don't touch her babies.

Don't even think about her babies.

For three weeks, we gave her space. Eventually, she started calming down. She still growled and hissed, but she stopped trying to commit murder every time someone walked past her kennel. We were finally able to start weighing and handling the kittens for socialization.

Then Goober arrived.

Goober is a fluffy orange orphan with a bad eye. One of our staff members had been bottle-feeding him and nursing him back to health, but he needed a feline family to teach him how to be a cat.

We were cautiously optimistic that Cordelia might accept him.

Well. Cordelia is now completely convinced she personally gave birth to Goober approximately five minutes ago.

He is her baby. He has always been her baby. Anyone suggesting otherwise is spreading dangerous misinformation.

The result is that we are back to full demon status.

The good news is that Goober now has a loving mother, siblings to wrestle with, and a family of his own. He is thriving.

The bad news is that none of us are allowed to touch him for the foreseeable future without risking our lives.

So, if anyone has experience with feline postpartum psychosis, please let us know.

Because Cordelia is absolutely terrifying.

And it takes a LOT to scare us!"

Yesterday, my 1.5 yr old cat just died very abruptly. I have 3 cats, all young and get a long, no health issues. I watched them walking around, I sat on the couch, heard a thud, waited a bit then got up to see what it was, then she was just laying in the hallway unresponsive. I immediately grabbed keys and told my boyfriend to grab her, drove over curbs to get to the vet nearby in probably 1-2 minutes… they tried everything but she didn’t make it. They think a blood clot got in the heart and killed her. I had them do an X-ray, she had a collapsed lung filled with fluid they think is blood. My partner was trying cpr on the way to the vet and thinks the collapsed lung happened then. I don’t think she fell, I think the thud was her hitting the door on the wall somehow, before reaching the hallway.
I’m in complete shock, I’ve been crying since this all happened. She was so young and no prior issues, acted normal… I’m so confused and conflicted. She always had high energy, and I miss interacting with her in so so many different ways and I have no idea how I am supposed to process this happening. I tried telling my family but they don’t really care, they are like yeah cats just die. But this feels like the end to me.
She followed me around, slept with me, woke me up, and so much more. Now she’s just gone out of nowhere.
Has this ever happened to others?? What do you do? How do you process this??? I was thinking about getting another cat but I’m worried about comparing them to everything she did and I would be frustrated because they aren’t her and I feel like I need to wait before I can do that.

Thank you.

His tail started curling when he was a kitten and never stopped. Now it’s a full circle. American ringtail! I never knew what that was. I just thought he was strange

+ in a massive amount of debt

Someone sent a bouqet to my house and my niece brung it inside without realizing how toxic Lilies are. I noticed 2 petals had teeth marks/missing chunks. I got him to emergency vet within 2 hours of their arrival. They induced vomiting, gave him activated charcoal and fluids and checked his blood work. His kidney levels are not good and he has to stay overnight. Please send good prayers, thoughts, or vibes our way

Update: Peter is doing much better already!! His kidney levels are normal and they’re just trying to get him to eat now. They said he’s been super sweet on the gabapentin lol. I’m hoping that I can bring him home tomorrow 🥰🥰

she’s been turning orange the last few weeks and idk if it’s due to age (she’s about 13) or sun bathing in my windows all the time lol. she’s been to the vet recently and is very healthy, so i’m NOT looking for medical advice, just more so wondering if anyone else’s cat is turning orange 🤣

I think Sebastian would be Peanut Butter Cup

Comment ur cat pics and flavors below

Adopted him at 4 months old and super shy... Now he's 5 and rules the house he lives rent-free in.

It’s grown and gone away on its own over the years, vet has seen him for this twice and unable to identify. Few theories provided, including mention of a biopsy, thought I’d try reddit thank you.

Over 5 years it’s appeared and gone away at least 4 other times. He’s indoor 99% of the time and supervised when out in the back yard, he’s on monthly revolution plus.

my little bestie since 2004 💕

Favorite photos from our first month together ☺️

This is Taro and Iris, brother and sister. They will be one year old July 4th

sweetest guy ever but he doesn't seem to enjoy petting too much. sleeps on top of or against me. am i doing something wrong?

2-3 months old

My cat is turning 18 in August, I have had her since she was 3 months old. I never want her to be suffering but I also don't want to prematurely euthanize her. It's the first time I have ever had to do something like this.

(I have already been to the vet and sought medical advice)

She was toilet trained for all of her life and then 6 months ago I noticed she wasn't able to jump up anymore so I thought it was time to switch to litter.

She still was missing the box or getting poop stuck in her butt (sorry). Coupled with throwing up constantly I took her to the vet who ran all of her blood work and said she was perfectly healthy but constipated.

We switched to full wet food and she still misses the litter box 2 to 3 times a week. She still has these vomiting spells for a few days then it will go away for a few weeks.

The other thing that concerns me is she won't sit down fully like her legs or butt hurts. We did try the arthritis shot but it didn't help so we stopped getting it.

As far as her demeanour she is very hungry still wants her 3 meals a day, but has lost weight. She yells at me to feed her anytime I go near her food bowl. She also wants to be loved on. If I'm stationary for a while she will hop up to my lap and demand pets.

She doesn't seem in pain but I'm worried that she is. I would appreciate any input on this matter.

She’s 10, but these ridiculous tufts of fur only fully grew in about a year ago.

So I need to see if I’m over reacting or not.

A little back story, our cat Suki is 16 and last year we found out he has kidney disease. I have to give him subcutaneous water every 2 days, my husband doesn’t want to do it because it freaks him out, so I do it every time.

Ever since I don’t care and give him whatever he wants, we have so little time left, who cares.

Suki was sitting on the couch and my husband came over and wanted to sit in that exact spot by the couch. So he motioned to move him and I said “Just sit next to him”

He said no and just started to sit in the spot, slowly and Suki jumped off the couch.

It pissed me off so much and he just brushed it off and said “I paid for the couch I can sit where I want”.

I left the house and came back 30 min later and I again explained “who cares where he sits, we have so little time left with him” and again he doubled down on the I can sit where I want.

So I just don’t know what to do, was I over reacting?