cats

My most favoritest boy in the world is my orange named Lamp. Lamp is a friendly, playful, silly, loud, cuddly, sharp, malevolent, pesty, barfy boy I couldn’t imagine living without. We got him from the used pet shop (Humane Society). We went not knowing what we were looking for. He had a special needs tag on his cage as he was brought in from a hoarder (which is how he got named Lamp) and then adopted and returned 2 weeks later because he didn’t get along with the children in his new home. But he immediately threw his whole body against the cage door for us to pet him and we knew he was coming home with us. Lamp has 26 toes and his favorite toy is a deer hide bee.

Mine is Oliver. He was fostered as a 2 week old kitten by my brother-in-law. After his divorce Oliver came to live with us, he's been with us for almost two years now. I have had other pets but I've never felt this close to another creature.

He loves to be near me and comes running when I call for him. Every night when I get ready to go upstairs to bed, he waits at the stairs for me, then runs up as fast as he can, then turns around to make sure I'm still following. He runs down the hall to jump up on my bed and wait in my spot, then kneads and snuggles and purrs and it just fills my heart with such joy. He's afraid of most people, but he loves me unconditionally.

I joke that we're both have an anxious attachment style because we were taken from our mothers too early, but I really do think that we understand each other and the need to feel safe.

Maybe this is dramatic but I truly don't know how I could live without him.

Milo / Mimo has a deep and peaceful soul that has been with my family for nearly eight years now. He is always the most serene presence in the house, and he always shows deep affection toward me, my wife, and my little girl. One of his preferred methods is to rest his forehead against mine with his eyes closed, purring for extended periods of time.

My little buddy is mine. I won’t share his name because it’s rather unique, I mostly call him little buddy or gremlin.

He’s a black shorthair cat. We got him as a rescue kitten and I loved him as soon as I saw this uglygoofy kitten run across his cage (over another cat) to get pets.

The first two weeks we had him all he did was have diarrhea in the closet and scream, he was very underweight and looked like a bat. Once he got up to weight he’s been healthy and active since.

He’s got a lot of personality and quirks. He follows me everywhere, he’s a total copilot cat. He’s very loud, he likes to sing the songs of his people. He loves playing and we have all sorts of dumb games (I play Air bud style soccer with him and he’s pretty good, and he really likes being chased into his cat tube or under the bed).

He’s also an anxious cat, which I think resonates with me because I’m rather anxious. But he seems to know when I am and just lays with me and it’s very nice.

He’s a very dumb cat, but weirdly easy to train. He responds to his name and a few commands or words, but he also gets lost easily and cries if he can’t find us in the house.

He sleeps with me every night and doesn’t like when I don’t share bathroom time with him.

I have two 15 year old sisters and they are both magical.

One is a sassy, clever girl who craves more human interaction than she will admit. She begs for anything I’m eating like a dog, and has an insatiable curiosity. She is very loving once she knows you, but is extremely wary of strangers.

Her sister is dumb as a box of rocks and the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. She will only eat cat food or canned tuna. No interest in chicken, beef, dairy, nothing. She adopted my nose as a kitten and still has a fascination with excessively licking it, 15 years later. She is curious only about her next boring ass meal or my current lap location. She is instant friends with any human that walks through the door.

They both came from the same litter. 😂

I’ve had a lot of cats and loved them all but these two are special.

adopted my 6yr baby :)
I'm the only person she really likes.
Honestly without her idk if I would be here 😅

His name was Doogle. He was a stray kitten One day he and his brother showed up at the first place I ever lived in as an adult with my roommate. He was a gray stripped cat. I'm a dog person, and he was the only cat I've ever truly loved. One day he was gone. I lived in a shitty trailer in a shitty part of town so maybe he broke out and left. Maybe he made it outside and didn't make it. But that year and a half he was in my life was great. I still miss him sitting in my shoulder from the back of the couch while I played video games.

I'm not sure I have just one.

First there was Snowball. Adopted him as an adult from a rescue, and apparently he'd been returned a few times. Food allergies, likely irritable bowel syndrome. Over the next 12 years I cleaned up a lot of cat vomit. Seriously - we have three cats now and it's still far less than he produced. Eventually cancer got him.

But he was my best bud for those years. When my girlfriend (now wife) moved in, she knew we came as a package. One time she said, "I don't think your cat likes me." And I was like, "Are you serious? He loves you!" She just didn't get cat language.

Late in Snowball's life (we didn't realize how ill he was at the time), we adopted a female tabby we named Minnie. She was so cuddly. She'd come up to me at night, and I would lift up the covers, and she'd curl up under the covers with me for a while. She was spicy, as one vet tech put it. But she was so fun too.

She had multiple medical issues that tended to interfere with each other, and she spent quite a bit of time in the animal hospital in her later years. We put her to sleep when she was 7 because she just wasn't getting better, and even if she had survived that incident, there was no guarantee she wouldn't be back in a few months with the same problems. I miss her so much. At least Snowball got a long life, he was at least 13 but could have been as much as 18.

These days two of the three are pretty cuddly with me. Stitch tends to curl up on my feet at night, though my wife has spotted him in my arms while we sleep too. Nibbler usually curls up on my lap and arm when I'm in the comfy chair in the living room. I'll miss them both so much someday.

And lately Stitch has been showing signs of old age, he has a few medical issues of his own, and his black tuxedo fur is fading some, so I fear he's older than we thought. (We've had him since 2016, and they thought he was about a year old then, but they really can't tell - he could be 5 or 6 years older than that.) I'm not ready...

My cat showed up at our back door as a kitten and my sister was able to catch her and get her spayed. We kept her in the basement for a while away from the other cats, but I would spend time playing with her and sleep on a futon to keep her company (or maybe that was for my sister's dog while she was at college, but I think it was for both of them). Anyway, she was generally pretty shy around most people, but she was my best buddy. She spent well over 90% of her time in my bedroom.

She liked to cuddle with me, but usually only for a few minutes at a time.

We had to put her down less than a year ago. That morning was the first time I actually cried in over 25 years.

This is Momo, my first cat. I adopted her a few weeks after our wedding in 2022. She was smart and cuddly. She liked to bring her little cotton mouse to us to play fetch. When I got home from work she was the first one to ran in front of the door to greet me. Even though she was a cat, I felt like I adopted a puppy.

Fast forward to 6 months later, she was coming of age and needed to be spayed. I took her to the vet in my neighborhood, ran all of the test, paid for the highest option. I say yes to everything the doctor said just to make her experience the least pain as possible. The vet said the operation was successful and she will need to stay the night.

I did not expect that the last time I saw Momo was the time I handed her to that fucking doctor. I got a call at midnight from the vet that Momo is unwell and dying. My wife and I ran as fast as we could to the vet, by the time we get there Momo was unconscious her heartbeat was really low. We tried to talked to her, her heartbeat raised up for a few minutes then flatlined. Momo died in my arm that day.

It took a week for me to able to get up and go to work again. I adopted 2 more cats. One is abandoned, one is a stray but got stuck in a cement crack. They are living happily with us now but none them is as smart and gentle as Momo. I hope she is in a better place now.

For some reason I cannot upload her picture. Here is the folder of all her photos

I have had two. They have both been cats that people say "uh, are you sure they're a cat" and they cannot get enough of play time. Here's the current one

I posted this a few weeks ago but I'll do it again here. This is my blog post about my soul cat, Max.