Last week we found him in front of the house, something terrible had happened to him so we brought him to the vet. The vet had to remove his eye. He's been recuperating in our spare room since. Yesterday I brought him back to the vet to have his stitches removed, get him neutered and updated on vaccines, deworming etc. The vet said he's healing up really well and that he's put on weight! He's wearing a shirt because he kept licking the anti tick and flea meds on his nape (he doesn't seem to mind at all, he's walking around like he wears shirts everyday).
We have decided to keep him, he'll never be allowed outside again. He's such a sweet cat, he loooves belly rubs and doesn't bite. Next step is to introduce him to our sassy tortie girl.
Please tell him how hambsome he looks 

He showed up one spring hoping to mate with my two girl cats. But my girls are fixed and are permanently not in “the mood”. After breaking into my house, eating all the cat food and spraying, I looked into taking him to the Cats Home. They said he would most likely be put down as they felt he might not be easily adopted. So I decided to keep him. I buttered him up with food until I could pet him and booked him in with the vet to be neutered and microchiped. His name is Oskar and he’s been with us for 6 years.

She followed my daughter home from the neighborhood store, walked right in the house and snuggled up. She pretended to be sweet, loving and cuddly. After one week of searching for her owner, we figured we would keep her. She must have used her spidey sense because she went from being a loving sweet kitty to a holy terror of a devil cat. She brings in at least one dead bird a day, body slams our other cats, smacks the dog, and will eat anything and everything you might leave on the counter. She has even jumped into the oven and we found her inside the refrigerator once. She wasn't our cat, but she made sure she ended up being our cat.

My Roommate Was Taking The Trash Out And Heard Some ~screms~. She Found This B E B B Y By The Dumpster. She Is Veri Smol And Veri Cute. We Named Her Miso. The Vet Thinks Miso Is About 4 Weeks Old. We May Keep Her If The Other Cats Get Along With Her, But If Not We Have A New Home Lined Up. For Now We Are Raising Someone’s B E B B Y. This Is My Idea Of Child Support.

I have cried for the last 3 days. I have never been a cat person. I grew apparently VERY attached to my not my cat. I have bought him cat toys and a giant kitty tower. He went missing 4 days ago. I have cried since day 2. I have kitty kittied and walked my property so many times. Yesterday I broke and sobbed just knowing something had ate him. I checked at 2 AM for the probably 20th time to see of he was home...nothing. This morning I cried again...my not my cat came home!!! He ate his food like he was starving and then chattered and meow at me like I never fed him. I see now how humans become cat slaves...there has to be a magical bond somewhere.

This very young stray started visiting our yard this summer. Her visits became occurring daily; it became obvious she was spending nights there, too. Then she gave birth to 4 kittens under the porch. Soon she moved them into the garage. Next she started bringing them onto the porch . . . then into the kitchen . . . . then one day I woke up from a nap, and there they all were. I don’t think they plan on leaving.

My husband and I went all over our house, opening cabinet and closet doors in an attempt to free whichever kitty of ours had managed to trap his or herself. According to the vet, kitty was malnourished and suffering from ringworm on her ears. She was so young that she still had her milk teeth. In order to treat the ringworm, we had to massage an ointment all over her ears AND let it set for 15 minutes before washing it off. All without her messing with it. This is when I learned she was so freaking tiny that I could plop her entire body into a Crown Royal bag, gently draw the string just over her shoulders, treat her ears, and keep her safe, snug, and still until it was time to wash off the goo and let her free. Five years, and a lot of love later, her fur grew back and she fluffed up, though she's still rather diminutive for a full grown cat. Today, Not My Cat is now my beloved MoonShine.

Some one dumped a little tabby cat outside our house. He was hiding under the car next to the road. Meowing very loud. Much to the horror my my other two older cats. I went out, got on my hands and knees and meowed back to the little kitten for 30 mins. He eventually came out and inside. He was so skinny. Gave him some mushed cat food and watered down milk. We went to bed thinking he would be gone out the cat door. 2 minutes later he was on the bed.

I saw Brown Cat around for two years before he finally got brave enough to get close to me. Pip wasn’t even fixed so I took care of that. I have had to do sooooo much for these hooligans but they’re part of Bubba’s crew so we look out for them.

She Followed My Cat Home One Day When She Was A Kitten, Chill Enough To Hang Around, Not Chill Enough For Pets. We Had A Hurricane Hit On The 16th, So She Sheltered In Our Garage With A Handful Of Other "Nmc's." Turns Out She Was Pregnant And Birthed A Single White Kitten During The Storm. Afterwards She Spirited It Away. Yesterday I Found Him Back In My Garage. I'm So Happy She Feels That This Is A Safe Space For Her Youngin.

This is Tiger. He lives nearby me. He has humans, but they don’t take great care of him. He was attacked by an animal and developed an abscess on his head which I treated a few months ago, and he began spending more and more time bouncing between my porch and my neighbors’. Someone set out a bed for him. I began giving him wet food and flea treating him. Finally, I bit the bullet and got him combo tested to make sure he was safe to allow around my two cats— negative for everything. So...maybe he’s part-time my cat.