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Gaf can you post pics of your cats?

My cat, she's dead now sadly.
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Liljagare

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My two rescues, they are four years now, but this is the best pic I have of them (black girl, survivor from mommy kitty being put down, other kitty was found in a box in the middle of winter, she is still tiny, he's 11 kg.:0)

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SolVanderlyn

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This guy is super chill. He likes to hang out above the fridge for some reason and gets mad when other cats go up there.

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Really quirky cat that likes to hide under the bed and play with the other cats a lot. Knocks things off the counter all the time.

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Old man cat that has arthritis and hobbles when he walks. Takes forever to climb up and down the stairs :(

Whenever the other cats try to play with him he smacks them away, lol. He was never very smart. When he was younger he used to run headfirst into the walls at breakneck speed sometimes.

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cameron

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Old man cat that has arthritis and hobbles when he walks. Takes forever to climb up and down the stairs :(

Whenever the other cats try to play with him he smacks them away, lol. He was never very smart. When he was younger he used to run headfirst into the walls at breakneck speed sometimes.

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Still super cute. :3
 

ascii42

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First I just had two cats: Kobe and Nala

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Then this cat started hanging out on my deck and wanting to come inside. I called her outside kitty.

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I noticed she was declawed. Eventually I let her in, and named her Zelda. She likes to do this:
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This is a good thread for today. I was out looking at garage sales, and there was a poor cat right at the curb on the side of the road who had been hit. Someone was picking him up, as he looked like he'd passed a while ago. He wasn't gory or anything. Just looked like a sleeping cat. It was depressing---never actually seen a hit cat before. Now I'm back home, so I can cuddle my cats.

My girlfriend is a vet tech, and she loves to have us foster cats until they can find a good home. This little guy's name is Malcolm. He had a rough life at a landfill. Someone went to catch him and his brothers/sisters that were there, and he was the only one they could catch. He was so sick and weak, he could hardly run. This is a picture of the night they got him at the clinic. Would hardly walk, open his eyes, barely touched food or water.


Where she works did their best for him, kind of, but it seemed like he wasn't going to make it without a lot of TLC. My girlfriend was afraid if she didn't bring him home, they would simply put him to sleep. So she brought him home, and babied the hell out of him. There was a period where we thought we'd wake up the next day and he'd be gone.

Luckily, he finally started getting better. And after about 2-3 weeks of care, and her bringing home IVs and what else for him, he turned into an actual kitten. It was hard getting rid of him when a family finally came along as we'd grown attached, but his new owner sends us pictures of him every once-in-a-while. This one made me particularly happy:

 

Kayhan

Member
This is a good thread for today. I was out looking at garage sales, and there was a poor cat right at the curb on the side of the road who had been hit. Someone was picking him up, as he looked like he'd passed a while ago. He wasn't gory or anything. Just looked like a sleeping cat. It was depressing---never actually seen a hit cat before. Now I'm back home, so I can cuddle my cats.

My girlfriend is a vet tech, and she loves to have us foster cats until they can find a good home. This little guy's name is Malcolm. He had a rough life at a landfill. Someone went to catch him and his brothers/sisters that were there, and he was the only one they could catch. He was so sick and weak, he could hardly run. This is a picture of the night they got him at the clinic. Would hardly walk, open his eyes, barely touched food or water.



Where she works did their best for him, kind of, but it seemed like he wasn't going to make it without a lot of TLC. My girlfriend was afraid if she didn't bring him home, they would simply put him to sleep. So she brought him home, and babied the hell out of him. There was a period where we thought we'd wake up the next day and he'd be gone.

Luckily, he finally started getting better. And after about 2-3 weeks of care, and her bringing home IVs and what else for him, he turned into an actual kitten. It was hard getting rid of him when a family finally came along as we'd grown attached, but his new owner sends us pictures of him every once-in-a-while. This one made me particularly happy:

I can haz Photobucket?
 

Nydius

Member
My first pet that I had as an adult out-on-my own. Unoriginally named Cali because her "given" name at the SPCA was Monster and I was put on the spot when I took her to the vet for her shots and checkup. She passed away in 2016 at the age of 15 due to cancer. (E: Actually, this photo was taken a mere month before she was diagnosed.)

My "wife", Pompom. I rescued her as a kitten from an abusive neighbor who had no business having any animals. She's social with everyone but it's clear who she prefers, sometimes to the point of trying to push my actual wife out of bed so she can be beside me. She's named Pompom because her calico markings gave her a white tail tip that looks like a pom pom as she walks with her tail in the air.

Finally, this is Peanut. Technically my wife's cat even though the cat prefers my stepson to everyone else. Peanut doesn't care much for me except when I have the bag of treats. Not sure why.

Bonus: The cat that turned me into a cat person. This is Inky, on the day he followed me home from kindergarten in early September of 1982. Despite having two dogs, my parents let me keep him. He was my faithful companion for 10 years, shredding my homework and chewing on my hair as I slept. (Extra bonus: dat early 80's kids clothing [ugh].)
 
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