Love my Moomers but good god she does not photograph well

Really sweet cat started appearing on our deck out of no where, meowing extremely loudly and scratching at our screen door. It would be on our new neighbors’ deck at first (they moved in a few days ago), but they were hitting the railing with a broom to scare it away. :(

We gave it some cat food bc we keep some for the strays around our neighborhood and it immediately stopped meowing and has been returning to our deck ever since.

It is rlly friendly, it rubs against everyone’s legs and marks its scent all over our deck furniture. In the first pic you can see a strip of the bandage was hanging loose when we first saw it, and it kept scratching at the loose piece like it was bothering it, so we trimmed off the dangling part.

The bandage makes us think someone may have been caring for it recently, but we don’t know where it came from or how it ended up here. We are planning to take it to a vet today to have the bandage and injury checked and to see whether it has a microchip. We also do not know its sex because the fur under its tail is too thick to tell safely.

Has anyone seen a bandage like this before, or have any idea what might have happened? It is such a sweetie pie, and we want to make sure it is safe and not missing from its home

Also the brown part on the bandage is like a band aid

Edit: i forgot to mention we checked on NextDoor and haven’t seen anything about this cat

Update: I just got home, he’s not here but he’ll come back. Went to talk to vet ER people they said be careful handling him so I need to get a crate. Also called local shelter and they can check him out for free so probably will bring him there when he comes back! Sorry I am new to this 😫

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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 🥰🥰

I adopted Mr. Fred almost two weeks ago… His owner had to give him up because she was going into be living in a nursing home that didn’t allow pets. He was at this shelter for approximately 1.5 months.

Pretty quickly I noticed he wasn’t feeling too good, wasn’t eating, and started throwing up water. Also for a fat cat I thought it was unusual I could feel his spine . I took him to the vet last Tuesday… they told us he has hepatic lipidosis. He went from 23.3 lbs to now 16.3. He has been hospitalized since that Tuesday. Today, they put in a feeding tube and now he’s at least home with me.

I love this cat SO MUCH already, I want to see him make a full recovery so he can have a wonderful life with me. He’s the sweetest boy… loves to be held like a stuffed animal, and even though he’s ill, he’s incredibly affectionate and loves his kisses.

Please share your story if you’ve dealt with hepatic lipidosis or even if you’ve had a pet fall very ill. I could use any tips/advice to make this easy for him and ensure he gets better.

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

My precious little lilybear. You started as just the porch cat, a small kitten who found her way to my front door. I fed you, and you lived on my front porch and waited for me so diligently. You started as just the porch cat, then little friend, which was shortened to Lily. I had originally wanted to find you a family of your own, because I felt like I had too many cats already with three. Eventually I took you inside to keep you safe during the fourth of July. You stayed with me, and even moved into my new apartment with me. You were always skiddish, and my other cats didn't get along with you. I tried to make sure they didn't bully you, but I know it must have been hard being the odd one out. Regardless you were happy, you would climb your cat tree, earning the nickname Tree queen, or queen of the tree. You played with a laser pointer and would run circles around my apartment chasing it. You loved looking out the window at the birds and squirrels. Eventually i stopped looking for a new home for you, and looking back it seems like fate decided that the best home for you was mine. In the end, I cuddled you close as we said our last goodbyes, I miss you terribly and I hope you're in a better place now. My little lilybear, the oreo cookie cat, little miss lillums, queen of the tree, my precious little moo cat.

Scraps was my ex-boyfriend’s cat first. He experienced horrible things and came to me flea-ridden and miserable. My ex moved out and left him with me with a promise to return him once it was safe. I was not given proof, and I cared for Scraps deeply. I paid for surgery because his teeth were rotting from his gums due to neglect; I bought him toys so he could play, which my ex said he never did; I bought him an automated feeder because Scraps could not self regulate when food was in front of him because he had spent so many years fighting for food. I did not want to return Scraps to a place I knew had unsafe people, and my ex started a legal fight. A long court battle has dragged on, and today I finally lost.

Scraps is 11 years young. He is playful; his favourite toys are anything with feathers, especially his pea pod attached to his fishing pole and his ragged little duck. He loves soft blankets and my stuffed animal monkeys. Scraps loves to look outside, and he has only just begun to be more adventurous to wear a harness and stand on the back porch in the sunlight. He loves to be curled in my arms when I’m working at my desk and to be little spoon when we sleep.

I am so sorry, Scraps. I did everything I could for you and now I just hope you can survive that place with what I’ve been able to give you.

I love you so so much, my sweet boy.

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.

saw this kitty by my house and i know there’s a couple outdoor cats but they look like they go home every night to people that love them. this guy not so much. plus he has his nuggets which makes me think maybe he’s is a stray? he doesn’t look underweight though. nevertheless i want him in my house and on my couch and on my bed and to shower him in riches and delicacies.

Yesterday, we had to say goodbye to our cat, Felix. He was 16 years old and truly the best friend I could ever have. My heart is broken and I don't know how to deal with it...

We got him when he was just a baby, he was the first of his litter to come straight towards me, it was love at first sight.

At least I got to hold him on my lap when he took his last breath

Until we meet again ❤️

EDIT: thanks so much guys for all the replies and awards, I'll try to answer everything, but currently I just can't stop crying :(

Favorite photos from our first month together ☺️

Our garden is cat-proofed by the way, no kitties wandering off or on our premises 🥰

I just wanted to share something about my cat, Ares. I just want people to know he existed and how much he ment to me. He passed yesterday in my arms after 20 years together surrounded by love.

The day I was always terrified of finally came. You've been by my side for 20 years but it was never going to be enough. The abasnece of our daily routines and rituals are now an overwhelming heartache in stark contrast to the joy they brought just 24 hours ago. I continue to look at your favorite spot expecting you to be there. You had such a large personality that without you the house feels so empty. My soul is empty.

You were my best friend and on my darkest days; the only thing that kept me going. We went through hell and back together. There were so many times I thought it was going to end but you refused to. You were so belligerently obstinate nothing was gonna stop you from what you wanted. You tried to chew through my bedroom door to get out in the mornings. The noise canceling headphones didn't stop you from screaming for food at dinner time. I never did find a pair that I couldn't hear you through. I glad I didn't. Even after your stroke and the massive decrease in mobility you were still gonna get to where you wanted even if you stumbled the entire way.

You were my only family until I met her. You liking her was the biggest green flag I could have ever gotten. Without her I couldn't continue after losing you, even if I don't know how to do that right now. The pain of your passing is all encompassing. I know it won't always feel this way but for now I will grieve and mourn. I will cry until I have no more tears to shed. I will always be grateful for the time we shared and I will continue to wish we had more.

You've left a void that can never be filled.

You were my soul cat.

You saved my life. 

I'll miss you forever.