Thank you! I'll look for that! I know :( he was so anxious and he's always so nonchalant and give-no-fucks about everything so it was so sad. But he's doing really well now and is back to terrorizing his dog sisters haha.
Thank you. I consider him to be that cat version of George Clooney or Pierce Brosnan. He's a boss and he knows it.
My cat turned 20 the other day. And a part of me loves that she got this old a part of me is really sad. I'm 23 and my sisters are 21 and 24... She's basically one of us and I hate that she's at the end of her life
My younger sister is a vet student and says she's fine. She's just always been there and I can't imagine life without her
Before I lost my cat in January, I hadn't lost a pet since I was a teenager, but now my horse is 23 and I'm starting to get really panicked at the thought of him gone (even though he's living on the other side of the country rn and could possibly live until 30ish). My mom bought him when he was 2, and I basically stole him in elementary school and he's been my bb since.
This is not my pet, but my girlfriend’s cat. Her name is Lieutenant Danielle, Dani for short. (she only has her two front legs and she loves Forest Gump)
A few days shy of a year ago we brought home Barry. When we got him, he was a 5 year old man who had been through a whole lot and was functionally feral: I’ve got scars all over from just trying to pet him or even fill his food dish. This is him today. His favorite thing to do is jump from the floor to my shoulder and become my scarf. I love this dude so much.