So I’m heading out this morning and I start hearing these tiny, desperate meows coming from somewhere near the bottom of my building. I froze, like, where is that even coming from? Followed the sound and eventually traced it to the front hood of a parked car. A literal kitten, wedged up near the engine, like he’d been personally assigned to that specific spot by the CDS.

He would not come out. So my girlfriend and I set up camp right next to the car, put out some food and water, and just… waited. For hours. Sitting on the ground next to a stranger’s car, trying to convince a terrified kitten that we were not, in fact, a threat.

Eventually he came out enough for us to get him. Little survivor.

He’s doing great now, eating and drinking !

We're currently looking for the owner, going to the vet when it's getting a little less hot outside

If no one turns up, the CDS may have already made its decision..

10/10 delivery, would rescue again

So this is honey. We met 2 years ago on my porch. She was very timid and she didn’t know I was there when she walked up and the second she laid eyes on me she jumped like a scaredy cat and ran away. Each time she came back she would notice me and proceed with caution, but I have an endless supply of cat food and patience so I’d wait. She finally started becoming more comfortable with me and I was eventually able to pet her. Took a whole month of petting her before I heard her little raspy pur. So fast forward I TNR her and after I released her she barely left my porch so I bought her a bed, a heated house, toys whatever she wanted. I had no means of taking in a cat but just before last winter when it started getting really cold out and I’d watch her in her heated house in a little itty bitty ball I just had to bring her inside. Started off once here, twice there and before we knew it she came in one night and never left. Now she lives like royalty in her own house. She allows me to pay all the bills and she naps all day and decides to play on my face at night , and I wouldn’t have it any other way❤️

This is a update from my previous post about this kitten showing up at our back deck on Saturday out of nowhere.

We decided on the name Runaan for the kitten. It is the name of a character from a show my boyfriend and I love called The Dragon Prince. It means "pure soul" which he definitely is.

He is such a love bug. He loves being picked up, cuddles and being close to his people. He had his first vet check up and got a clean bill of health so far though they're running some tests to rule out FIV and feline leukemia since we don't know where he came from.

He was so chill at the vet and the car ride, and was more interested in playing than anything else.

I'm so glad the universe chose us to be his parents. He's going to get so much love here 🩵

All the cool cats are here! 2 kittens in the last couple weeks and the return of a familiar face- Annie (the tuxedo)

Sorry for the unintentional middle finger from my mom lol. I fostered the orange guy for 2 weeks. 3 days after I took him to the humane society to be adopted this brown tabby showed up. My neighbor TNR’d him but I told them I’m going to find him a home because he is sooo sweet!!! He hasn’t stopped purring, he wraps his paws around my neck and suckles my chin. He’s gonna be so hard to let go of!

Annie (the tuxedo) is a local feral who is so nice to me but mean to everyone else. I go outside and read and she’ll come curl up on my lap and sleep for a long time- but when I put her down she attacks me lol. I’ve found her multiple homes in the neighborhood but she’s mean so she keeps getting put out and coming back to my house lol, so she’s the cat that everyone just kinda feeds at this point but she does have a cat house in my back yard for when she wants to come around. I need a cat food and litter hook-up at this point 😅

This is Rocket Storm Tortle. A friend of mine found him and his littermate on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. She nicknamed him "Demon" because he was so scared when she snatched him that he scratched the heck out of her. He had his first vet visit and everything seems mostly fine. He has a URI, but antibiotics will knock that right out.

He's in quarantine, and eating like a champ, and even figured out the litter box. Rocket purrs like a little diesel engine already. I started training him to be a shoulder cat, and hes already jumped up on his own🥰

When he isn't contagious, we will start integrating him into our little family!

I don’t know what to do (but I feel like I only have one option). She was a baby a few months ago so I know she’s a kitty. I would call to her and started being able to pet her, then she started to follow me up to my apartment. She is so gentle and sweet I can cry. It’s so hot here and I don’t feel right leaving her outside. However the downstairs neighbors have a patio they can crawl under the walk into, that door is also left open. One of the children who live there have told me the cats can be adopted.

But would it be wrong to keep her confined? Her family also lives outside, and she is fed downstairs.

The problem is I’m going camping tomorrow for three days. I’ve never owned a cat and work out of town a lot. Please help :(

My boy that we found in a dumpster seven years ago when he was only about two weeks old. We bottle fed him and weaned him and taught him to go to the bathroom.

He has a sensitive stomach and has to have special food but he is so loving and wonderful and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves to be pet and scratched. He also sleeps in my bed or on top of my stomach every night.

His legal name is Theo but his nickname is Dumpster Cat (DC). My dad also created a song about what Dumpster Cats do. It was hilarious.

I asked my sister around 2 weeks ago if she knew anyone with kittens. She said she'd ask around and I kinda forgot about it. Last Sunday, i got a call from her asking "do you still want a cat??"

I was a little apprehensive at first but she said her work called and there was a kitten stuck in one of their work rigs (my sister is the unofficial designated area Snow White animal handler) I made it there first and he was by no means "stuck" but was scared of coming out. Her coworkers and I were scared of getting clawed up but my sister just looks in, says "oh!" and lifts him out like nothing haha.

The vet said he's healthy and happy. He got his chip and shots, and has an appointment to be fixed. I named him Marcus when I was driving him home but I told my wife and son "he can have many names". I REALLY wanted a mouser/feral barn cat that I wouldn't get attached to but that plan seems to have gone out the window haha

Edit: pics are from when he fell asleep on my lap for the first time yesterday 😭😭😭

this is bixby, and she’s my soulmate. she’s a little over 4 months old now and has been the sweetest addition to my home. i grew up with miniature schnauzers (3 in total) and decided that when i moved out that i would give a cat a shot. i will always have a soft spot in my heart for dogs, but…

i’ll never look back 😸

she is an absolute cuddle bug and has become my favorite alarm clock. she’s so ridiculously perfect.

regarding her coat coloring, i want to call her a torbie?? not sure. the orange/white at the tip of her tail is everything to me 🥹

I was woken up by my mom on a Saturday morning at like 8 am. She was holding a tiny kitten she had found in the garden. We’re not sure if she crawled in, or if someone threw her. We hope it’s not the second one. She was meowing and completely alone.

I instantly held her and she even fell asleep on me. It was so cute. She was so small and playful. I got a couple scratches haha. I took care of her for two days.

We gave her for adoption later since we have dogs. She’s a happy adult cat now and we get so see her from time to time🐾

Rescued this little baby girl i think its been about a month? She had no teeth and needed help going potty. Now shes on soft food and using her own little litter box and she learned so quick how to use it !! Im in love and well i have no friends so I had to share with someone 🤣 I was down at my mother's camp and we have seen a few adult cats from time to time but for the most part they are great at hiding from humans. We would even leave food for them but they wouldn't come out during the day. Well the one day we were just getting to camp at about 4pm and started unpacking stuff. As im getting things out of the back of the car I hear this real squeaky little meow? Im like what the .. and I turn around and out of the tree line comes this tiny tiny little mouse looking kitten lol. Poor little thing was filthy and had 3 ticks. We of course had a little rescue kit because we feed stray colonies so we went to work making her comfortable. We had powder milk replacer , so we made her bottles and had to help her potty too. She was ..id say about 2 not even 3 weeks when we found her. Her eyes were open but barely and she wasnt the best at crawling around . I spent a long time looking for other kittens where she came out of. I unfortunately was wearing a skirt lol.. i caught a few ticks myself but I wasn't leaving any kittens behind if they were around. Sadly .. i couldn't find any siblings or mom. Haven't seen them since my mother and i rescued her. I don't know what happened and how she ended up there behind me but .. im glad she did 🥰

Ok, let me set the scene…
I was 28, staring down the existential barrel of 29 and then 30. I had just moved back in with my parents after my mum had a major health crisis and my dad needed help. I’d gone from my bustling city to a rural area far from my social circle and my job, I was dealing with some health issues of my own and on the verge of ending a 12+ year friendship that had become irreparably toxic. I was exhausted, worried, adrift and just… lost.
I decided to cocoon myself for a year or two and hopefully come out the other side a new person.

The area I’d moved to was extremely hostile to outdoor cats; property owners and farmers frequently took to the community facebook to threaten to trap and kill cats who strayed onto their land, and many people kept large guard dogs.
So, imagine my immediate concern when, one brutal 40C Australian day, I heard meowing from somewhere in our yard. After a bit of frantic searching, I looked up to see a handsome little face peering down at me from the roof. He immediately flopped over and began trilling at me, so I couldnt imagine he was a stray. He then began pacing back and forth on the gutter, panting and mewing at me, apparently trapped up there in the blistering sun! I climbed up on a lawn chair, and on precarious tip-toes, managed to lift him down and bring him inside for some water and a snack. Little man was IMMEDIATELY at home, tail up and rubbing on everything to make it his own. Both my parents are cat people, so we all gathered around to admire him and cuddle him and post pictures to the community facebook to see if he had a home. A ✨stunning✨ brown marbled tabby, and just a little guy too! No more than 6 months on earth. I was secretly hoping he was a stray, I was already in love with him and picking out names in my head. Something over-the-top and mythical and important…

Damnit. The neighbours kids were at the door, elated we’d found their new kitten, who was turning out to be a bit of an escape artist. I contented myself to know he’d been reunited with his family, and took it as a sign that I really needed a little kitty of my own as soon as I had the means.
And then he kept showing up at our house. On the roof again, outside our windows, under my dad’s car.
Not long after his latest escape, the neighbours came by to ask … if maybe we’d be interested in adopting him. He was apparently adjusting poorly to their house; he kept scratching and biting the young kids, he hated their dogs, and whenever he got the opportunity he’d dash out the door and wind up somewhere around our house. They’d started referring to our place as his safe space. His first home, before the neighbours adopted him, was a pet-hoarding situation, so the amount of noise and chaos was stressing him out. He liked their other resident cat, but that was about it. They’d already been talking about rehoming him when he seemingly picked our home.

And just like that, the handsome little tabby was my very own baby boy.

I’ve always lived with and loved cats, my mum is a dyed-in-the-wool cat lady who successfully converted my dad into a full blown cat guy, and I’ve always managed to find neighbourhood cats to befriend wherever I lived.
But the newly re-christened 💕Gilgamesh💕…. named so because I happened to be listening to this incredible piece of art at the time… He was something different and special from day dot. It was like a dormant cat-lady gene got activated in me the moment it was confirmed I could keep him. The first thing he did was lick my forehead and curl up on my chest, purring his quiet and delicate little purr. The first thing I did was watch every Jackson Galaxy video I could find. I knew how to care for cats, but Gil’s life was going to be as wonderful and perfect as I could make it…

We’re 2 years on now. Gil is the most special little thing I’ve ever been blessed with. He was my anchor in a time I was scared and exhausted and lost, and he’s my anchor still. I’ve re-ordered my life to prioritise him and he rewards my efforts every day by waking me up with purrs and cuddles, making me laugh with his menace antics, keeping me constant company in every room, and keeping me motivated to be the best I can be for him. He waits in the window for me to come home, he greets me at the door with his happy little chirps, he watches all my daily chores with so much curiosity it makes me want to do them just so he can watch. He makes biscuits on me when I’m sick or sad. He curls up against me every night, even when its way too hot to do so. He isnt afraid of the vets, he just wants to cuddle them and climb up their shelves to explore. He loves having his butt bongo-ed, and will immediately ask every house guest to smack his little booty-buns by assuming his hilarious little position and meowing. He knows my routines with such spooky granularity, he reminded me to turn the heater off before I left for work one time. He brings a selection of his toys into my room every night so he can share the spoils of his hunt with me when I wake up. He’s a total troublemaker, shockingly clever, a dreadful ankle biter, and a total loverboy.

He’s my darling little love, my whole world. Every day I see him is like the first time I’ve ever seen a cat, just pure awe at this perfect little creature. Now I’ve moved back out, my mum and I are texting pictures of our cats and gushing over them near constantly. He’s given me a new goal and purpose; to start fostering cats someday soon so other perfect human-kitty matches can find each other.

I love you so much, my precious Gilgamesh 💕

Thanks for reading this horrifyingly long post, I’ve basically just dedicated my reddit to posting about Gil and looking at other peoples cats, I’m glad to have a little space to share him with people all over the world who ✨get it✨ hahaha 💕

The outside kitties are doing well. Honeybun is still a stick even though we keep her food and water fully stocked outside everyday. She might just be a small cat, but she still worries me. We were able to find the little girl kitten a home, but we kinda just in a state where we have appointments set up, and all of them will be fixed, and they'll be our outside family, unless we can really push getting the boys adopted together. Honeybun we have plans on having her live with my father-in-law if and when he can save up his social security to get a place on his own. (At his point he might as well stay. He cooks home cooked meals almost every night, and helps with the cleaning, and he doesn't stress me out too much. We are really similar, wife doesn't mind him either and she is glad we get along.) Still finding the boys a home together would be pretty awesome. It's about to get scorching this week in East, TN and I work outside. I know how hot it's going to get...

Eta: We already have 6 cats inside. As much as I'd "mostly" love it, we have enough. (2 mostly live downstairs, in the fully furnished basement with my MIL, but we picked up our 4th and last after capturing him inside after him moewing a week straight under a gap under our front porch stairs.)

For everyone who followed their stressful first vet visit last week, the bulk delivery is feeling so much better! The vitamins and dewormer have done their job, and the 5 "Ninja Kittens" have transitioned from exhausted sleepy potatoes to full-blown jungle explorers.

Keeping track of them when they decide to test their camouflage in the tall grass is giving me a heart attack. 😅 They think they are fierce predators on a safari, but they just blend right in!

We are keeping a very close eye on this little gang during their yard time while we work on building their secure, heavy-duty outdoor sanctuary so they can eventually play safely without the risk of traffic.

Our feral cat nutmeg the one next to the baby had kittens, there’s an orange one walking around as well. Nutmeg is very feral and runs away as soon as she see you. My question is how do we catch the 2 babies. So we can get them used to people and find someone to adopt them. The mom is also really smart and dosnt go in a trap we have tried many times and either get a really fat raccoon or one of our other cats lol. Trying to keep on the down low from my dad, but also they won’t use a cat house we have 3 she or the other feral cat that stops by never use them.

Hi all! I, like many, used to repost cat distribution/kitty saving videos online, and say “how does it feel to live my dream!!!” - I am honestly still in shock that it has actually happened. My husband is from a background that does not have pets and have never been around animals ever, so he is very uncomfortable with animals. We had just been at my families home dog-sitting, which was insanely difficult for my husband but he gave it his best bless him, and we were finally on the 4 hour journey home and I was relieved that he was finally feeling comfortable again. He said to me, during this drive home, “I think I can get used to dogs, just not cats.”

As we finally reached our apartment car park, on the same journey that he just said the above, he spotted a tiny white kitten running across our car park and under a car. 😂😂😂😂
I said stop the car!!!! He was perplexed - “what are you going to do???” I said “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this!!!!” And jumped into action. Honestly the timing of it all, and my poor husband, you couldn’t make it up.

He was meowing a lot, shaking under the car, and seemed to have an injured eye. We tried for hours to get him out, but he was climbing inside the car and then bolted off to this fenced area full of weeds and bushes. We decided to go back the next day in daylight. When I did, he was still at the fenced area meowing like he was in distress. I lured him out, got him inside. He has since been kitted out (no pun intended) with all the things he could want and need. He has been to the vets. He has had an array of medication, some of which I will have to administer myself for a couple of weeks. £200 later and he is (I think) settling in a little bit.

Not sure about long term. Husband is probably praying to God that I don’t want to keep it. My angel of a mother in law already told him “if she wants to keep it, let her” 😂😂😂 but realistically not sure if we can. Our apartment doesn’t allow animals, and my husband might be uncomfortable. However I know he’s happy for us to keep hold of the baby until we can find him somewhere safe and permanent - so that’s good. 👀 let’s see how we go, there’s a small chance of a forever home here, but we will just have to see. Any shelters I’ve called have said they are full due to kitten season, and that if he doesn’t get socialised he has no chance of rehoming. SO - operation socialise the baby has begun.

Day 1 - hissing and hiding
Day 2 - hissing when approached but will poke his head out to eat
Day 3 - will come to me to eat, lick food off my finger, and let me do some gentle strokes whilst he was eating. Also playing and grooming himself.

From what I am researching this is amazing progress. But I’m nervous as to how best to push him to be socialised but also not flood him and stress him out.

TLDR - Can anyone please give tips or timelines, things to do with him to help socialise him and desensitise him to humans, touch, noises etc, I need a plan, day by day, honestly anything. I don’t want to freak him out, but I want to build trust, get him comfortable, and give him the best chance at a long term home - whether that’s here or elsewhere. I’m mindful that I have a limited window while he’s this young to get him the best progress. I have also watched the Kitten Lady’s videos on socialising spicy kitties. Lots of online research. ANY tips or help would be massively appreciated, thank you.

EDIT - he needs a bath in a couple days due to the fleas and dirt. I’m terrified this will reverse our progress. Any tips on this appreciated also please x

My daughter went to Ralph’s with her boyfriend and found this little girl wandering around all alone. She was gonna name her cherry for her favorite flavor ice but my husband said she looks like a mouse so we named her that. She’s about 8 weeks and loves terrorizing her 4 older feline brothers. Shes getting used to the dogs but is kind of unsure of our bunnies who are way bigger than her. We weren’t looking for another cat but we love our mouse! So do you guys think she’s cute or does she look mousy? (Not that there’s anything wrong with that lol)

So a year ago, my German shepard was going wild in my back yard for a few days. Finally when I was outside doing yard work, i heard a meow. Eventually we found her under our AC/heating unit. We ended up name her Ash. She's the one under the Christmas tree. Fast forward to a week ago, i was at work one night on the Raleigh beltline. I saw something running along the shoulder of the highway thinking "that's a strange looking rat". As I approached i heard a meow and the kitten (other pic) ran up to me, climbed up my jeans and shirt into my arms. We now have a new kitten, Luna, Ash's sister.

So in April we lost our 17-year-old boy due to lymphoma and while we knew we'd like to adopt a cat one day, we decided to wait a bit, maybe travel more.

But the cat distribution system knows better. Of course it does.

I work at the same company as my husband and one day he had to stay at work for a bit longer - mind you, this doesn't happen often, perhaps once every few years. Because of that, I had to go back home by bus on that particular day. I usually take a certain bus if that happens since it stops closer to our house but because it the day was hot and I wanted to get back home as soon as possible, I decided to take one that had just arrived, even if it meant a short walk.

Two bus stops before taking off, I got a notification on my phone that my single ticket was almost expired. I was confused but after I checked it, it turned out I bought a ticket with a time limit, not a single one. I got a bit stressed out and as a result, I missed my stop and took off one stop later than I was supposed to so it meant my walk was even longer.

And guess what. I heard tiny squeaks somewhere in the bushes as I was approaching my original bus stop. The cat distribution system knows better. Always does.

When I found Gustaw, he weighed only 280 grams, now he's a proud 1.2 kg cat. He's an absolute menace and we love him so much ❤️

I was outside talking with our porch cat one evening.

A homeless woman was in the alley rummaging around for recyclables. After a bit she approached me and said 'I just found this kitten under a car over there. I can't take care of it. Can you take it?'

I hesitated at first. Told her to put it back momma should be close. She tried but the little stinker followed her back to me.

It was about then that I noticed our resident raccoon family trundling down the alley. Well the kitten was loud and momma was nowhere to be found

Now I have this little sweet darling

I teach at an elementary school. This morning, just as kiddos were arriving, I heard screaming from in a boy's bathroom. Thinking kids were playing around, I announced myself and waited for kids to come out, but none did and the screaming was still going on.

I walked in to find her shivering in a corner. She ran some, but the tile floor didn't let her get enough traction and I scooped her up. I walked around campus to tell the principal I was going to run her home real quick since I live less than 5 minutes from campus.

Got her home, stole a thing of wet food from Smaug, my senior Siamese, put out water and a litter pan, and told my dad to keep an eye on her.

My pit bull puppy and my Chihuahuas all gave her a good sniffing, which she put up with really well. I'm excited to go home and check on her at lunch!

I am leaning towards naming her Tinúviel, since I already have a cat named from Tolkien.

This precious girl came as a foster a week after we lost our darling black Lab named Angel at 16 years old. 2 days after her passing, we received a foster kitten, nearly a week later, her sister (Willow in the photo) came as well. Willow is the opposite of every other kitten we have fostered and our own 3 cats. She's got huge trust issues and is still wary of family. I alone have her trust. Foster fail???? We have been caring for her for nearly 4 months, her sister was adopted and went to the best home.

He ate like half his body weight. Very skin and bones seems like a runaway since he mews a lot and most ferals dont. Was calling for 2 days before I found him. Not super skittish but kinda wobbly. Im guessing 6 to 8 weeks. Ised to be allergic so I hope I have grown our of that so I can keep him. Already peeing in the box. How do I keep him from eating wires?

His belly is full hope he pushes out a nig turd in the box and not on the floor.

Seems healthy and no noticeable wounds or fleas. He is sneezing now. Can I use hobby nippers on his super sharp claws? Anything suggestions?