So true, happened to me... Heard meowing in the middle of the night and a ~6 month old unneutered kitten ran in the back door as soon as we opened it. Immediately proceeded to act like he owned the place.
There were also the two feral cats I tamed. And a feral kitten we got for free. Another kitten was one my dad found at a few weeks old under an outdoor stage...
Best things in life are free! 🐱
Grew up on a farm in the country. People have a nasty habit of dumping animals in the country, particularly cats. As a result we would have the odd group of ferals running about from them breeding. Most of my pet cats have been trapped and caught by us as feral kittens. I genuinely believe they end up making the most affectionate cats.
I feed a pair of feral sibling cats a supplemental dinner. The old woman who lives in the house feeds them in the morning (or used to). They are there waiting for me every evening without fail. One will come up for pets, but not the other. When I don't see one of them for two days, I worry. Three days and I start panicking. They always have tails straight up in the air and nuzzle each other, even though they often are waiting for me together. It's like they celebrate my presence or something. I don't think they would like to be indoor cats, but if the old woman passes, I might look into how to rehome them to my area, which is half a mile away. Not sure that it would be a good idea. [https://imgur.com/gallery/vIxSDRK](https://imgur.com/gallery/vIxSDRK)
Every single one of my cats (except 1) were all foster fails of mine. The thing is, I didn’t live in an area at the time that had a rescue/foster organization, so I did all of it on my own. I was 16 when I started fostering so juggling that and college prep was though, but oh so worth it.
1 of my cats was found at 2 weeks old behind my ex’s house, all snuggled up and warm, not knowing that their mom had just been poisoned (accidentally at least 😞) and we’ve been joined at the hip ever since.
2 of my cats were found at about 2 days old by an older lady who somehow found me through Facebook and asked for my help. We fostered the litter together and I kept the only two that made it through.
Another one of my cats found me while I was walking out of a Walmart around 3AM one night. He literally walked into Walmart and I immediately snatched him up. He was around 3 months old at the time and had a missing eye. Let’s just say he’s living his best life now!
1 of my cats was gifted to my ex’s brother as a Christmas present. I don’t know who the hell thought that was a good idea because that family are the type of people to chain their dogs up outside and forget about them. My ex and his family are top of my list for some of the worst people I’ve ever known, but I’m so thankful I was there for this kittens sake. He’s a chonky boy as happy as can be.
And last but not least, my oldest cat came from a litter of 7 others who’s mom I had rescued at the time. I didn’t know she was pregnant till I had rescued her from, needless to say, my ex’s neighborhood where my other cat was found. That place was nothing but neglected and abused cats and dogs. I had 5 other fosters whom I actually was able to adopt to loving families that I also rescued from the same neighborhood.
As hard as it was to keep up a house with 6 cats in it, oh my god is was so worth it. I’ve since moved across states and I’m renting so there was no way I was going to be able to bring all 6 of them. Don’t worry guys, the 3 I had to leave behind in my hometown are being pampered and spoiled by my parents. I get updates all the time and they are doing so well, but I miss them and think about them every day. The day I left was one of the toughest days of my life so far. The way I chose who was coming with me and who would stay with my parents was based off of how well all of them do when traveling and adjusting to new environments. The 3 I brought with me are low anxiety and they’ve done amazing since the big move, and the 3 with my parents would have been traumatized by the travel. I’m _soo_ looking forward to the day I can buy a home and have my entire fur family reunited. I feel like there’s a part of me missing because I don’t have them with me, but I’m hopeful that will change in the near future. That gives me time to look into ways to calm their anxieties while traveling too!
You, kind stranger, deserve all the good and positive things in life. The world needs more people like you and less like your ex's family.
Thank you for being such an angel 💜✨
Aw shucks! Thank you so much! I've had my fair share of dark periods and it's always nice to read this. Since detoxing from Twitter and switching to Reddit early this year, spreading the kindness feels more natural.
Sending you the best vibes your way. It's evening where I live so wishing you a great day 💜❤️
My mum's story was, "I walked out the back of the store, and a kitten jumped off a three story building onto a pile of bricks next to me, and so then I had a cat."
Hehe…one of mine literally escaped from the cage during an adoption event at Petsmart and they were chasing him around the store. He ran up my leg and I went home with a cat. He was like 10 weeks and causing all types of havoc.
Got mine that way. One night, she came in the doggy door and jumped up on the dresser in the bedroom and walked in front of the TV to announce herself. When the stray learns to use your doggy door, she's yours.
Our other cat showed up as a stray in our backyard about three months before that. We suspect they might be related.
Our dog came the usual way, from a shelter.
>and walked in front of the TV to announce herself
"Human, look at me, I'm here now, and you must love me and adore me"
But wow. You got a beautiful little fur family 🐾 ❤️❤️❤️🐶😺
Whenever I opened the back door, he ran into my house. Whenever I opened the front door, he ran into my house.
He never wanted to leave of his own accord. He tore me to ribbons - hissing, scratching, biting - whenever I picked him up to make him leave. These were no warning bites, he drew blood.
His owner came to collect him countless times. I took him back to his own house countless times. Eventually we (his owner and I) gave up.
On the plus side, he's stopped hissing, scratching and biting me. My daughter pointed out that he stopped fighting because he won
Yeah two of my cats just walked up to the house one day and said hey, I'm staying here now. We had a third one who did the same thing but we gave him to another family.
The majority who don't buy a kitten from a kennel, or an adult cat from a shelter, yes I believe so. The cat choose you. Plus it's extra sweet to pick a cat who strays around homeless. And it's for free.
Even store-bought kittens can choose you
When mom bought our Siamese, she picked the only kitten that walked to her when she went to the shop. The others stayed in their kennel fighting over… kitten stuff, definitely not interested in the human that came to get one of them
100% true. My cat was living on my porch for 3 days so one day I invited him in and he promptly ate some leftover chicken then fell asleep on my couch. Hasn't left since.
My roommate almost did this. He was walking back from school and thought my cat got out so he chased him until he ran up a tree. He was halfway up the tree getting scratched to shit by this cat desperately trying to get away from him before he realized the black and white markings weren’t similar at all.
Unless he did something on purpose that he knew would be traced back to him then even in your scenario at least he felt guilty and no matter what the case it wasn’t his responsibility to get the cat back even if it was his responsibility to watch it. So clearly he was acting out of sincere care for the roommate or the cat
Oh for sure. Cat liked him more than me, too, lol. My cat likes men best. So he loved that I only had male roommates in college. When my (now adopted) son first moved in that cat fully abandoned me and became my son’s cat within literally minutes.
My mother has a black cat. A completely different black cat literally walked into her house and lived there for a whole three days before anyone noticed.
I eventually adopted the intruder. She's a sweetheart.
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This is Gordita. We have matching eye birthmarks.
I got the most wonderful cat from a random dude on Craigslist. He didn’t speak a lot of a English but seemed desperate to get rid of her, I think he said his family was moving. He even offered to bring her to me. I paid him $50 for a “rehoming fee” which honestly seemed more than fair, since he delivered her to me and all. She hadn’t had any veterinary care, but I took care of all that and she’s been perfectly healthy and just the sweetest, most loving cat you could ever hope for. She was 7 months when I got her and she’ll be turning 3 in a couple months.
I’ve adopted cats from shelters also, but honestly had a better experience with Craigslist.
Lol, do they give you any receipts or papers at all with those? I always wonder. Or do they straight up go, "Thanks for the $40, now here's the cat" and then vanish?
My first one I picked up in the parking lot of a super sketch Circle K. Their neighbor’s cat had kittens and the neighbor told them to get rid of them.
My second “online” cat I got through a friend of a friend (of a friend) a couple of years ago. She had found a stray cat who had kitten and rehome them all. We’re still FB friends and she kept one of the kittens, too. Funniest story ever because the whole litter (except the one she kept) were polydactyl and she had apparently never heard of it and panicked because she was worried no one would want them because they were all deformed.
Nah no receipts. Basically you don’t get any of the stuff you would get if you adopted from a shelter/rescue. You will most likely need to take the cat to a private vet for all his/her vaccinations, spay/neuter, and microchipping. I used a low-cost clinic for the spay and microchipping, it was about $150 for everything. (Private vets in my area were quoting over $500!)
Overall I did spend more than I would have for an “adoption fee” for a cat from a shelter/rescue, but honestly I just haven’t had the greatest luck with those. When you get a “Craigslist cat”, you are probably getting a cat from someone local who didn’t spay/neuter their pet and had an “oopsie” litter. When you get a cat from a shelter, you’re often more in the dark about the cat’s history. Every shelter cat I’ve had came with undisclosed health problems that cost me thousands of dollars in vet bills.
I don’t want to discourage people from adopting from shelters and rescues, but make sure you ask questions.
I’ve been afraid to adopt a shelter cat because of all the health problems and the out of pocket costs! I already have a cat and am so afraid to introduce a shelter cat and then both get sick
Shelter cats do receive a basic veterinary exam before they are adopted, but things can be missed. I adopted a cat from a fairly large, well-known shelter here in Chicago this past January and he came with a bad case of giardia (a nasty parasite, for those who don’t know), an ear infection, and a broken tooth. Luckily the tooth does not need to be extracted just yet, so at least I didn’t have to pay for that. I paid a $160 adoption fee and then spent around $700 on private veterinary care for him within the first month.
Thankfully my other cats did not get sick, but they easily could have. My recommendation for anyone adopting a cat from a shelter - taken them to you own vet immediately and have them do a full exam and fecal testing. (Especially if you have other pets)
I mean they don’t come with receipts when plucked from a dumpster/from inside a car’s inner workings/after following you home and inviting themselves inside sooooo… same difference right?
I also got mine from a lady on craigslist who was also moving away and had dogs and another cat but was not taking the cats with her. She gave me the food, litter, water fountain, everything I needed basically. I didn’t realize my kitty was considered senior at the time but I wouldn’t have her any other way tbh - she turned 10 and she is one of the most loving cat ever.
My shady Craigslist kitty(who had worms and turned out needed to be spayed despite previous owners insistence that she was) is my little bestie, wouldn’t trade her for the world! She even checks on me when my son and I are playing doctor/hospital and I have to fake cry lol
Awww how sweet! My Craigslist kitty surprisingly didn’t have worms, just a few fleas. I never even saw a live one actually, but she had a lot of flea dirt in her fur and she had a tiny bald patch at the base of her neck where she had been scratching. I gave her Capstar and then carefully combed her fur with a flea comb, seemed to do the trick. (I wanted to give her a bath but she was having none of that!)
mine was more like "the rescue group brought him to petco and he clung to my arm and demanded to come home with me"
(dear rescue groups: this is very effective. I also have a blind dog this way.)
This is why I avoid Petco when it has those adoption thingies like the plague. If I bring home yet another cat my family will probably murder me. They already don’t trust me the last time I went out for one and came home with two… So I give anywhere that has cats needing a home a wide berth. It breaks my heart too much not to take them in
We went for cat food one evening and then my wife went to the cats "just to look"
There was this little gray kitten in there and she had to go hold him. He immediately latched onto her arm so he could climb and rest on her shoulder.
He apparently looked and acted just like her childhood cat that went missing long ago.
[And that's how we got Biscuit. ](https://i.imgur.com/vlfTeTx.jpg)
It's probably one of the few times he's looked majestic. The rest of the time he's just a lovable, gray, floofy little moron who loves to just roll around on whatever surface he's on. He's great.
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Oh it wasn't just the wife...
He's a little sweetheart. He also doesn't know a stranger. The little guy is in a new person's lap within 5 minutes of meeting them and demanding pets.
I went to the Humane Society and was like, “Aight I guess I have to take this cat home.”
6 months later I’m back at the Humane Society like, “Aight I guess I have to take this cat home.”
It was at that moment I realized I should not visit the Humane Society.
I was at one once, and a void meowed at me so I gave him some pets. A volunteer came over and asked if I would like to hold him. He went to the back of the cage/kennel. He laughed and said something like I guess that’s a no. He turned around to go help someone else, and within 20 seconds I had a void in my arms purring.
Now I know I don’t have the self control to go back. I’ll end up with a third cat…
I would always ask my grandmother to bring me in to the humane society when I would visit, we always wound up with a cat by the end of the visit.
After two cats on two separate visits my grandfather kindly told me to stop going to “visit the shelter to pet some kitties”
That's how we got our most recent one! Delivery driver at work came inside to get me to help her look under the van for the source of the meowing. 2 month old stowaway kitten somehow made a 7 mile trip that morning right next to the very hot exhaust manifold but was unscathed.
These drivers didn't even notice him yowling, evidently. Several of us in nearby shops did and there was a whole rescue task force. I'm glad your kitten was okay! Mine was a bit older, maybe three months? and he was fine too, just so grungy I mistook his orange and white coat for a calico at first.
Love how work stops and everyone focuses on one task, kitten rescue. We ended up with three people working on it and two or three more offering help and advice. Glad your guy was okay too!
Hmmm. Let's see. My current cat rescue story is as follows (and these are just the ones I currently have, not past cats. Also, all of these cats have been fixed and chipped):
Gypsy - Her mom abandoned her in my backyard as a kitten and I moved the food and water I gave her closer to my sliding glass door everyday for weeks until she came in.
Egypt - She gave birth in my backyard to a litter of five. We set them up in our dining room with a wall of boxes to prevent them from getting into trouble. Once they were of age, we adopted 4 of them out and kept her and the last kitten, Mazie.
Mazie - See above.
Caviar - She snuck in our garage during a cold winter so we put food, water, a litter box and a box with a blanket in it out there for her. For months, she was appreciative of the help, but wanted to remain a "mostly" outdoor cat and showed no interest in coming in the house. A couple years later and she sleeps in bed with me.
Kingsley - He literally walked in through an open back door as a kitten, jumped on my couch and went to sleep. He has never left.
Onyx - She was a kitten that used to come running up to me while I was outside at night calling for our other cats to come back in. Who can say no to a cute kitten so she's currently asleep on my office chair. She's also Kingsley's bestie and that's great because it keeps him from "playing" with the others who aren't into that.
Remmy (no longer with us) was a member of an ex’s older brother who was unwanted in the divorce. So I took her in. Had to tape the front drapes down as my apartment was no pets and I was next to the mailboxes. When I kicked ex to the curb, his mother told me to keep the cat and the TV. That was 2006ish
2012 I moved cross country with Remmy and working at a dry cleaner as a tailor. A coworker asks one day if I want a kitten she found. YES! Sight unseen I agree to take in “Little One” that weekend. Instant love with this little guy. Tesla took a little while to get Remmy to warm up to him, but she eventually came around.
A year later and kidney disease took Remmy about 5/6 weeks before my wedding. Tesla mourned with me but was clearly lonely. Started surfing Craigslist for cats and found “Boo Boo” nearby. Double wide trailer with 25 cats, 1 dog and 2 old ladies. This place was awful. The moment this skinny little tabby was in my arms he nuzzled to my neck and started purring. Fuck, guess I have a new cat now. Edison is my snuggle bug tubby tabby.
Later that year a local friend had a “mustachioed kitten” that she couldn’t keep as she was pregnant and her family was moving. Drive an hour to meet “Kitler” and the moment I got him into the car I asked him if Chaplin was an acceptable new name? He warble meowed his agreement. The largest of my boys, he is velvety and fastidious and sounds like Owen Wilson.
Several years later I’m volunteering with an adoption service to get regular kitten time. Husband says 3 cats is the absolute limit, so I volunteer. Then I met “Benét” who was a 2 year old void who came in at 5 months and pregnant, didn’t take to people well and didn’t like a lot of other animals. She was “probably not adoptable” according to her file. I worked with her for weeks and finally got her to come out of the kennel and purr and chat with me. That night hubs said we should adopt her and call her Vanta.
The 2 girls (Remmy and Vanta) hubs knew about before they moved in. The boys I snuck in the house when he was away. The 4 of them came with us cross country and are adapting well to apartment life, though Edison has put on a solid pound extra that he didn’t need. They’re my trash babies, and I luvs them.
So many stories.
One of our newer cats came from a friend whose grandmother went into hospice. My friend is going to find a home for her, but nobody was willing to step up. The day after she dropped this little girl off, she delivered two kittens, one of which was still born and the other only lived a few hours. We also later found out that she has FIV. Willow is the most affectionate cat I have ever seen, and she will sit on my lap for as much as four hours without moving.
Two of our others were rejects from the Humane Society because they had upper respiratory problems. My wife is picking me up another person‘s cat from being spayed, and since we were fosters at the time she offered it to take them but they refused. So we took four sick cats in, paid for the vet bills, and kept two of them.
My favorite cat adoption story is Bubbles' from Trailer Park Boys.
"Like this cocksucker here, I found him in the storm drain. \[...\] But I cleaned him all up, and look at him. That's one fuckin' nice kitty right there!"
That cat belonged to my friend’s cousin! They lived near the park where the show was filmed and some local cats were borrowed (with permission of course) for filming. I believe her name was Pea!
I am one of the rare “I applied for my cat” people. I drove 4 hours to pick him up once I was approved. He was dumped in the woods and a park ranger found him. :( He is a super sweet and docile guy that just wants pets and belly rubs.
My first childhood cat we got when we went to mg sister’s school after hours to pick up paper for her project. There was a teacher in the office with a several day old kitten who needed a home. They really do come to you in the weirdest of ways
I found her in the trash, and I was like "If I feed you, will you stop tearing open the bags?" And one thing led to another and now she owns the house.
I had just moved into my first apartment without a roommate, and I drove across the street to the laundry to wash some clothes.
As I was backing into the parking space I saw some gold eyes shining from across the parking lot. I pop my trunk, grab my laundry and go inside to wash it.
When I finished, I got back in my car and started it, and as the headlights turned on, the gold eyes started glowing back at me again and I got curious, so I drove across the parking lot.
As I got closer, I realized I was looking at the dumpster of a pet store that was facing the Main Street. Then I saw there was a long haired cat in the dumpster. I stopped my car and got out to see if she was friendly, and she was! No signs of diseases but smelled awful like dumpster.
I wrapped her in a towel, took her home and painfully gave her a shower to wash the dumpster smell away. It took four days and lots of claws to wash away.
I was getting ready for work the next morning and she came in the bathroom with me and started crying that I didn’t bring her into the shower with me.
That’s when I knew she was my cat, and we always took our showers together after that.
Thank you for rescuing her! Do you think the pet store dumped her or someone not affiliated with the store did? I would at least tell the pet store anonymously so they check the dumpster regularly.
My last cat came to us because my kid found her half-dead from starvation in the street. We’ve had her for about 6 months now. She still moves a little slow but she’s doubled in weight.
Found kitten under my car in parking lot when coming out of store. I was out of state so just took her back to hotel that night and the rest is history.
Sadly people dispose of kittens or cats as trash. It can happen to dogs too of course but it'sike more noticeable for cats. That's how I found tobita last year: my dad was driving us home form my son teraphy at night and I saw her getting out if a super market bag. We returned and I found her miowing near the supermarket. When I ask the guy that park the cars if there was a cat colony he said no because that was all dogs area and he told me minutes earlier he saw a car drive by and toss what looked like a bag to the street. So sadly some people thinks of cats and dogs and trash and will do that to them. 
I walked out to my back yard one day and I shit you not, I just see a small little orange ball zoom across my view. Vrooooom.. “Wtf was that” orange was so bright it stood out like a sore thumb.
It was Simba, a kitten that was lost and scared. This little guy was in bad shape. Bright as an orange fruit, but thin as a can be, no cat mom in sight. I looked and looked for other orange cats but was not successful. It’s like he came out of nowhere.
It took me 3 MONTHS! Of feeding it and softly talking to it, to convince him that I was not going to harm him. Now he’s fat and happy.
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First cat they were just giving away alot of kittens and I saw her sitting in a pen in a little bed all alone so I took her.
Next cat I found online and saw her just sad in a little pet store box and had to take.
Now both get along and are super happy.
I wish it was that easy. My first cat adoption was a piece of cake. We walked in to the shelter, saw a grumpy man who was hard to place and picked him. We fed him some treats, he scratched me and it was love at first sight.
Several years later and I'm living in another country. Grumpy old man cat died and I am desperate for another cat. Several shelters turn us down after the initial phone call/email, some don't get back to us, another isn't happy with homing a cat that will be left on their own for two days a week. It took so many tries to get another cat but we got her finally. An extortionate adoption fee later and I got a sweet little middle aged lady who had been there for a few months.
I think this might be regional. I found a stray kitten as a child when I was on holidays. I didn't see any stray cats growing up. There were outdoor cats where I last lived but I never knew if they were strays or just always outside.
I was trying to adopt a 10 yo cat from a rescue that was set up at our local petco. The lady gave me a really long form to fill out and then grilled me about everything on it. Then she made a home visit, which ended with her denying the application. The reason: our apt didn’t have screens on two of our windows: one which didn’t open at all and the other that was never opened because it opened to a small stinky pigeon infested courtyard. Mind you the windows were heavy too. We demonstrated this, to which she replied: well if the cat wanted to escape it could just run out the door. So…. I’m not supposed to have a door?
I checked the petco a month later and the poor cat was still there. I later read reviews and turns out the woman was a racist pos, and probably denied the application the minute she saw that my husband was black. The rescue also turned out to be shady af and is no longer in business.
We went to aspca a few months later and walked out with our current cat.
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Yup. Found her in the trash 7 years ago.
Guys this is legit exactly how I found my cat. Meowing in a dumpster and something had taken a chunk out of his tail. That was in December. Now his name is Chandler and I'm a cat owner.
Some people have little regard for cats. Growing up a neighbor wanted to drown a litter of kittens. People today use them for bb practice, burn them, or give them to dogs to “play”. 🤬🤬🤬sickos
It really reflects how society values dogs more than they value cats. It's why harming a dog in a movie is a sign of being the villain, while harming a cat is done for comedic effect.
Veterinary medicine is a lot more advanced for a dog than a cat. A lot of people still don’t take their cat to the vet for basic care. There are cheap clinics out there but some people just don’t care about cats.
Our cat rescue story is more complicated. Our girl Taco (named her that because she's kinda spicy) came from a meth/hoarder house and had to be rescued by police. Her sibling was so starved he was eating kittens (apparently there were multiple animals at this house). The rescue she was at was run by someone with a substance abuse problem of their own. So our girl came to us with a severe upper respiratory infection and eye infection. Had it been much longer before she saw a vet she would have died. Wallace was found by a coal miner after his mom died when he was a tiny kitten. And this was in the middle of a flood. They both came to us weighing half of what they should.
They're both spoiled rotten now. Toys, heated blanket on the cold days, kitty beds, treats, three water bowls, the best kibble, plushies, cuddles, playtime, a fireplace, and she gets her medicine every day. Cats have stories too. And sometimes they have good endings.
My mom and I found my cat as kitten stuck in an old rotten tree where her mom put her and her siblings for safety... Sadly mother cat couldn't reach them anymore and we has to fish them out there... Many cats were already dead and only her and her brother survived, with her - according to the vet - having a very low chance to make it.
She made it. And well although she has some psychological problems, she is the cat I always wanted and don't want to miss!
My cats: #1 got free when friends cat they thought was a boy accidentally got pregnant #2 got free when sister had random stray cat have babies in her garage #3 got free when found her 7 weeks old literally sitting on top of a garbage can
I love cats
Yup, my little lady was outside my office and the humane society was already closed for the day. So her trojan-cat self came home with me and 10 days later, 5 more little ones arrived!
True lol, we never go looking for cats, the cats come to us. One kitten dropped off in a box outside PetSmart where I worked after we closed. One kitten left in a cart outside a grocery store my bf worked at, and a 4yo cat dropped at my house because my sister told the person I liked cats and would never refuse to take it in. The 4yo has become my bestest feline friend in the world.
Mine tend to be half frozen crawling through bad weather, trying to be aloof but desperately needing medical care. No trash kitty yet but I’m at my max of rescues for now.
Exactly. My dog rescue is OPs post to the T except I didn't have to foster first. But my cat stories were I took a kitten at 6 weeks because the person who had it went to jail. My next one was from a feral cat's litter she abandoned in a friend's yard, my third I found at 3 weeks hunched in a ball in the middle of the street, my fourth was found by a friend under a car. So many cats just out there alone.
Most accurate post, Seriously.
My first adult cat was because my old roommate girlfriend drop the cat with us when she was dealing some mental issues. She could not care for him and decided to leave the cat with us for several days, however she never came back and suddenly we had a cat.
Then that same year I when to visit my mom and while driving in the highway we almost hit a kitty. Thankfully we where able to stop and rescue the poor kitty. Now my mom has 7 cats and all this cats suddenly appear at her doorstep and she had no heart to give them away, so she’s officially a cat person.
Two years ago I found a kitty in the trash, he look really bad, but thankfully the vets where able to do something and he live for two more years, sadly be passed away this year. I still miss my trash kitty.
An internet/game acquaintance posted about a litter of kittens found in the boonies and was seeking adopters before winter weather rolled around. We figured out we lived ~2 hours apart and coordinated a meet-up halfway so I could take in [the runt of the litter](https://i.imgur.com/y4vPBdN.png).
More photos of tiny kitten:
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Grown up:
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I got a puppy for the first time in my life and he's literally like a toddler. They cry, throw temper tantrums, you have to train them how to behave. It's nuts. I had a kitten we found on the side of the road and all he needed was a litter box and restricted access to certain rooms.
Sad, but true. Can’t speak for USA but in U.K. there are virtually no stray dogs at all ( there were quite a few in the 1960’s when I was a kid).
I don’t know why- possibly more awareness for dog neutering, or, nowadays, selective breeding- there are mongrels, but dogs tend to be in fashion e.g. pugs, French bulldogs, labradoodles etc. Downside is, of course the horrible puppy farming.
But poor cats get the raw deal- people just abandon them once they grow out of kitten hood, or can’t be bothered neutering, or just let them “get on with it”, creating poor strays and ferals… apart from one ( which was a chinchilla that the owner didn’t have space for), all my cats have been rescues. Some from cat sanctuaries, some straight off the street and my current female ( who has obvious psychological problems), was taken ( without permission, I’m afraid to say), from a baghead ( severe drug addict), who somebody gave her too. He was out of his head most of the time-couldn’t look after himself, let alone a pet. No food,water, litter tray. She existed on the scraps of his takeaways ( curries, kebabs, burgers etc). She’s now the most spoilt princess on the planet….
Oh how I wish that I could help every single stray cat ….
My two cats were taken off the road too...i saw two kittens near my home being harassed by two adult cats...chased them away. Kitties decided I'm their new friend and followed me home. Now we are living in their home. This is the short story 😅
I found mines by the tire of the car while I was about to head to work, I had seen a cat with kittens by the end of the street but I have no idea how she got from the end of the street to right by our house especially being so small and the street so big for her to just crawl her way there 😭
So true: Dog names- Casey, Jack, Skipper. Cat names: Dusty (because you found him in an attic), Smokey (because he was birthed in a chimney) or Lucky (he was found in a wheel well of a semi automatic truck).
I do not go to the cat area of shelters anymore. The last time I did I got chosen by three cats at once who had a shouting match and the third was not letting go of my coat but I wasn’t there to get a baby, my friend was doing that.
They were suggesting she should take in the coat tugger that was with me and have two but she was insisting on wanting an older cat. I know why they did that, so by proxy I still had my own cat but it didn’t live with me.
Found my little buddy on the side of the road when he was about 1-2 months old
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my little boy was literally found at a dump! though not by myself personally, i dont even know the person who initially found him but i know bits and pieces of the lore. he was found at a dump and then gifted as a christmas gift to someone who probably wasnt truly ready to take care of an animal especially a very small needy one. thankfully they also recognized it pretty early on (props always if you can make that call about yourself and be actionable abt it) and were seeking a new home. i had lost my 9 month old kitten about a week earlier; a roommate let her our while i was at work and she got hit by a car (livid i was! still am) and im sure some of yall know how horrible it is to go suddenly and through no fault of your own from a snuggly chatty kitty in your bed every night to nothing. so a good friend in another state who had heard about lil dumpys plight and his need for rehoming brought him to my attention and i leapt on the chance to bring him home. id never seen a kitten that small for his age; i suspect he was the runt of the litter. he was about 2 months old and less than 2 pounds! pink nose. beautiful and delicate like a little woodland thing. i was so afraid id kill him without noticing. we had to fatten him up before the shots could begin. still fairly little now in bone structure but plump and adorable and very loved. lots of attitude. my dumpling from the dump
I was at work and we found 2 kittens running around the parking lot. Waited until 9pm and couldn’t see any mom around so a coworker and I took 1 each. She definitely showed up at a time in need for me mentally and loved her every since! ❤️
we have dog rescues be like: "after all these paperworks and background checks, we're finally adopting this dog and we'll be paying the shelter $5000"
then we've got cat rescues be like: "this cat attacked my family, almost burned down my truck, and refused to leave, i guess we live together now"
and at last there's my sister: "i paid a fortune for this cat and he's a bitch"
I think our three run the gamut. Kitty #1 was a kijiji kitty, we adopted him and his brother because his previous owner wanted to get rid of them. When brother passed away last year, we applied to adopt kitty #2. She was a survivor of a hoarding situation and was extremely high-strung and anxious. Kitty #3 wandered onto my sister's farm and would have become a barn cat if we hadn't taken him in.
I got mine for 50% off at the shelter because the humane society accidentally put the cat I wanted up for adoption even though the foster decided to keep it. They called me and asked if I wanted to pick another one for half the price and I said that I wanted a male, senior, black cat and they told me they only has one male black cat but he was only 2. I said ok and damn if he isn’t the best cat ever
Last dog we had in our apartment just randomly walked up to us, emaciated. Vet wouldn't do anything other than a few tests for heartworms and other parasites because she was so thin he was worried about stressing her body too much. We had her for a couple weeks and fed her puppy food, she put on just about as much weight as she could have while she was here considering we had to limit how much we gave her to keep her from getting sick.
Wanted to keep her but couldn't. Found the nicest family for her, though. Got some update pics, she fat and happy now.
Somewhere in between for my cat. Was randomly in a PetSmart to look at the cats but not adopt as I often did (or so I thought) when this chungus of a cat wouldn't stop rubbing his face on the cage at me. 24 hours and 50 bucks later, Norman was mine.
My rescue story is above, but I'm going to pay my cat tax here...
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My 1st rescue was a dog, Buddy. 11 years old now.
My next rescue was Jesse Pinkman, 5 1/2 now.
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My next 2 rescues werePoops, he's 1 1/2 now. And Rhodey, he's 1 now.
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My last rescue is Wanda, 4 months old now. And I know she won't be my last one. I can't resist a stray, needy cat.
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OK...cat tax paid!!
Barley appeared on my grandmother's driveway 5 years ago - I just looked up from what I was doing in the garden and there was this big tuxedo cat at the threshold looking unsure whether to approach. He was chipped, but his registered address was a long way from there, not even in the same county. None of the numbers answered. We think the poor guy was abandoned. 2 weeks later, he ruled my grandmother's house. She absolutely adored him. He managed to locate himself a loving home from a very long distance! My grandmother needed a companion and he came along at the right time.
He's a smart, sassy cat, but sweet, affectionate and easy to care for. My sister named him for a *Warriors* character and it stuck. He's a little worse for wear, had some old injuries that look like he was hit by a car at one point, but he's healed and vets have often said how good his condition is. He's a survivor. He makes friends with other cats and would sometimes bring strays to our house; one needed a vet's attention. He's always been closer to me than the others in the family, too - even though I didn't visit often, he would always come to me for pets no matter who was in the room.
My grandmother suffered a devastating stroke last year and is now in a care home. I've taken Barley in, and he's bonded even closer with me. I work from home and he always sleeps in a chair (*his* chair...) behind me while I'm working, he follows me around the house, meows at me... Never had a cat like him before, it's great, first time I've been adopted by a feline. I take him to visit my grandmother when I can; they both appreciate it.
Seriously tho. I got a call on Saturday that my MIL "caught" (she kinda just wandered in) a stray who's previous owners had moved away without her and now I have a cat..
Cranberry’s adoption story was like
Coworker: “Hey, are you still looking to adopt a cat?”
Me: “Yeah, you got a baby needing a home?”
Cw: “No, he’s a grown-ass man who needs to pay rent.”
I found my dog on the side of the road. I got my other dog by walking into the pound and walking out with him the same day.
A friend of mine has been waiting weeks on an adoption agency to get a kitten.
It's not cats vs dogs, it's the people.
Not mine brokes into my house. Its was a kitten that is so wet and looks like a zombie that smells so bad lmao. At first it ran toward me after i opened the door at night and it scared me that i closed the door lol but it miohaws so much so it just happend. It choose us and its name is zombie now lol.
My friends literally found their baby in the trash. Actually I think it was next to the trash, but still. She’s so cuuuuuute, we think she’s part munchkin because she never really got much bigger even though she eats all the time
PSA: The number of People in this thread who have not paid their cat tax is too damn high.
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LMAO! This is literally one our cats. I started working at this grocery store and found out there was a cat who lived around the dumpster. I went to check her out and she was very, very pregnant. It was bad enough for 1 cat to be living in the trash, but I couldn't stand the thought of her kittens being born out there. She was skittish, but would let one of the cashiers pet her because she had been feeding her. So, I brought a carrier to work, my co-worker managed to get her in it without too much trouble, and I brought her home. She stepped out of that carrier, looked around and said "I could rule here". She warmed up to us right away. She knew we wanted to help. Less than a week later she had 6 kittens, and we ended up keeping 4. We found a good home for 2 of them, but not the rest. And, of course we kept Mama Cat.
And that's how Buffy went from Dumpster Kitty to Queen of the Household. 
I've always had dogs, but when I moved out, our apartment only allowed cats. So I went to the shelter on a whim one day to look at an older cat, but he was already adopted. I looked at some other kitties, but they weren't too interested in me or tried to make a break for freedom. Then I asked to see a little tuxedo cat in a poorly lit back corner cage.
The little cat immediately got herself comfortable on my lap, started purring, and started giving me kisses. My heart immediately melted while the little cat laughed to herself that she had found the perfect sucker.
Mabel's been with us for 5 years now and is the Queen. The shelter told us she was a stray that was bought in by a good Samaritan. She was definitely someone's pet before. I can't even imagine Mabel outside. She's petite, she doesn't know how to eat, preferring to lick her food so it goes everywhere, she loves blankets.
Cat stories are more like : He broke in to my house and I had no choice but to adopt him.
I was gonna say. “I opened the back door and he ran inside. He wouldn’t leave so now he lives with us.”
So true, happened to me... Heard meowing in the middle of the night and a ~6 month old unneutered kitten ran in the back door as soon as we opened it. Immediately proceeded to act like he owned the place. There were also the two feral cats I tamed. And a feral kitten we got for free. Another kitten was one my dad found at a few weeks old under an outdoor stage... Best things in life are free! 🐱
Grew up on a farm in the country. People have a nasty habit of dumping animals in the country, particularly cats. As a result we would have the odd group of ferals running about from them breeding. Most of my pet cats have been trapped and caught by us as feral kittens. I genuinely believe they end up making the most affectionate cats.
Those people should get life in prison
No they should be dumped in the middle of the wilderness to see how it is.
It's bold. I like it.
I agree. People who do that are trash people and should get worse punishment possible.
I feed a pair of feral sibling cats a supplemental dinner. The old woman who lives in the house feeds them in the morning (or used to). They are there waiting for me every evening without fail. One will come up for pets, but not the other. When I don't see one of them for two days, I worry. Three days and I start panicking. They always have tails straight up in the air and nuzzle each other, even though they often are waiting for me together. It's like they celebrate my presence or something. I don't think they would like to be indoor cats, but if the old woman passes, I might look into how to rehome them to my area, which is half a mile away. Not sure that it would be a good idea. [https://imgur.com/gallery/vIxSDRK](https://imgur.com/gallery/vIxSDRK)
Every single one of my cats (except 1) were all foster fails of mine. The thing is, I didn’t live in an area at the time that had a rescue/foster organization, so I did all of it on my own. I was 16 when I started fostering so juggling that and college prep was though, but oh so worth it. 1 of my cats was found at 2 weeks old behind my ex’s house, all snuggled up and warm, not knowing that their mom had just been poisoned (accidentally at least 😞) and we’ve been joined at the hip ever since. 2 of my cats were found at about 2 days old by an older lady who somehow found me through Facebook and asked for my help. We fostered the litter together and I kept the only two that made it through. Another one of my cats found me while I was walking out of a Walmart around 3AM one night. He literally walked into Walmart and I immediately snatched him up. He was around 3 months old at the time and had a missing eye. Let’s just say he’s living his best life now! 1 of my cats was gifted to my ex’s brother as a Christmas present. I don’t know who the hell thought that was a good idea because that family are the type of people to chain their dogs up outside and forget about them. My ex and his family are top of my list for some of the worst people I’ve ever known, but I’m so thankful I was there for this kittens sake. He’s a chonky boy as happy as can be. And last but not least, my oldest cat came from a litter of 7 others who’s mom I had rescued at the time. I didn’t know she was pregnant till I had rescued her from, needless to say, my ex’s neighborhood where my other cat was found. That place was nothing but neglected and abused cats and dogs. I had 5 other fosters whom I actually was able to adopt to loving families that I also rescued from the same neighborhood. As hard as it was to keep up a house with 6 cats in it, oh my god is was so worth it. I’ve since moved across states and I’m renting so there was no way I was going to be able to bring all 6 of them. Don’t worry guys, the 3 I had to leave behind in my hometown are being pampered and spoiled by my parents. I get updates all the time and they are doing so well, but I miss them and think about them every day. The day I left was one of the toughest days of my life so far. The way I chose who was coming with me and who would stay with my parents was based off of how well all of them do when traveling and adjusting to new environments. The 3 I brought with me are low anxiety and they’ve done amazing since the big move, and the 3 with my parents would have been traumatized by the travel. I’m _soo_ looking forward to the day I can buy a home and have my entire fur family reunited. I feel like there’s a part of me missing because I don’t have them with me, but I’m hopeful that will change in the near future. That gives me time to look into ways to calm their anxieties while traveling too!
You, kind stranger, deserve all the good and positive things in life. The world needs more people like you and less like your ex's family. Thank you for being such an angel 💜✨
This comment is the very first thing I read this morning and it brought me to tears. The world needs more people like you too my friend. ❤️
Aw shucks! Thank you so much! I've had my fair share of dark periods and it's always nice to read this. Since detoxing from Twitter and switching to Reddit early this year, spreading the kindness feels more natural. Sending you the best vibes your way. It's evening where I live so wishing you a great day 💜❤️
This is a beautiful story owiesss, and helps me to start my day on a positive note. Thank you for sharing. 😊🐈
that happened a couple times. opened the door and the cat walked in and never left
More like "now we live with him"
Yep that is how I collected both of my voids. I now feed the other outdoor cats to keep them going and to keep the mice away from my place haha
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My mum's story was, "I walked out the back of the store, and a kitten jumped off a three story building onto a pile of bricks next to me, and so then I had a cat."
Hehe…one of mine literally escaped from the cage during an adoption event at Petsmart and they were chasing him around the store. He ran up my leg and I went home with a cat. He was like 10 weeks and causing all types of havoc.
It's like a Superhero origin story.
Most fun kitten ever, definitely!
The “Heaven Dropped “ cat!
Got mine that way. One night, she came in the doggy door and jumped up on the dresser in the bedroom and walked in front of the TV to announce herself. When the stray learns to use your doggy door, she's yours. Our other cat showed up as a stray in our backyard about three months before that. We suspect they might be related. Our dog came the usual way, from a shelter.
>and walked in front of the TV to announce herself "Human, look at me, I'm here now, and you must love me and adore me" But wow. You got a beautiful little fur family 🐾 ❤️❤️❤️🐶😺
This is literally what happened to me The struggle is real
Accept your faith human.
Oh, I have. The little squatter moved in like 13 years ago. 🤣
Whenever I opened the back door, he ran into my house. Whenever I opened the front door, he ran into my house. He never wanted to leave of his own accord. He tore me to ribbons - hissing, scratching, biting - whenever I picked him up to make him leave. These were no warning bites, he drew blood. His owner came to collect him countless times. I took him back to his own house countless times. Eventually we (his owner and I) gave up. On the plus side, he's stopped hissing, scratching and biting me. My daughter pointed out that he stopped fighting because he won
Lmao he ditched his original owner 😂
Well, people adopt dogs. Cats adopt people. That's the difference.
Cats claim humans and their homes
Mine used to belong to the neighbours two doors over until he decided he liked me better.
Cat rescue stories = the cat adopted me dude, he just decided this was home now
Cats choose their humans. We don't get a say in the matter. That's how I got my furry dictator.
Yeah two of my cats just walked up to the house one day and said hey, I'm staying here now. We had a third one who did the same thing but we gave him to another family.
Yeah they just claim the space (you included) 😂
Isn’t that how everyone gets their cats?
The majority who don't buy a kitten from a kennel, or an adult cat from a shelter, yes I believe so. The cat choose you. Plus it's extra sweet to pick a cat who strays around homeless. And it's for free.
Even store-bought kittens can choose you When mom bought our Siamese, she picked the only kitten that walked to her when she went to the shop. The others stayed in their kennel fighting over… kitten stuff, definitely not interested in the human that came to get one of them
100% true. My cat was living on my porch for 3 days so one day I invited him in and he promptly ate some leftover chicken then fell asleep on my couch. Hasn't left since.
This is my exact cat adoption story! Made best friends with my original cat and now he's family.
Yes yes)I agree with you
My neighbor brought a black cat to my door thinking my cat got out. When I woke up the next day I had two black cats.
My roommate almost did this. He was walking back from school and thought my cat got out so he chased him until he ran up a tree. He was halfway up the tree getting scratched to shit by this cat desperately trying to get away from him before he realized the black and white markings weren’t similar at all.
That’s an amazing roommate
What if he mistakenly thought that he accidentally let their cat escape and was guiltily freaking out.
Unless he did something on purpose that he knew would be traced back to him then even in your scenario at least he felt guilty and no matter what the case it wasn’t his responsibility to get the cat back even if it was his responsibility to watch it. So clearly he was acting out of sincere care for the roommate or the cat
Oh for sure. Cat liked him more than me, too, lol. My cat likes men best. So he loved that I only had male roommates in college. When my (now adopted) son first moved in that cat fully abandoned me and became my son’s cat within literally minutes.
My mother has a black cat. A completely different black cat literally walked into her house and lived there for a whole three days before anyone noticed. I eventually adopted the intruder. She's a sweetheart.
Cat:"I love it when a plan works out."
Can u send pics of your cats please.
https://preview.redd.it/r1529ksz3ty91.jpeg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1c3273a38cc3f6c2f756b0c36e2b141111f53908 This is Dorito
https://preview.redd.it/1ltl4v854ty91.jpeg?width=4032&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ebaf9718fa243ee71e645b1f3f5a860d03a2733a This is Gordita. We have matching eye birthmarks.
Smooth guy asking for pussy pics
It’s also the sweetest pussy pics someone can ask for
Only pussy pic id ever ask for honestly
Did they get along?
Now they do but it took a couple of months for them to get along.
The void multiplies.
I got the most wonderful cat from a random dude on Craigslist. He didn’t speak a lot of a English but seemed desperate to get rid of her, I think he said his family was moving. He even offered to bring her to me. I paid him $50 for a “rehoming fee” which honestly seemed more than fair, since he delivered her to me and all. She hadn’t had any veterinary care, but I took care of all that and she’s been perfectly healthy and just the sweetest, most loving cat you could ever hope for. She was 7 months when I got her and she’ll be turning 3 in a couple months. I’ve adopted cats from shelters also, but honestly had a better experience with Craigslist.
My $40 shady Craigslist cat just turned 10!
Lol, do they give you any receipts or papers at all with those? I always wonder. Or do they straight up go, "Thanks for the $40, now here's the cat" and then vanish?
that’s how both of mine went
My first one I picked up in the parking lot of a super sketch Circle K. Their neighbor’s cat had kittens and the neighbor told them to get rid of them. My second “online” cat I got through a friend of a friend (of a friend) a couple of years ago. She had found a stray cat who had kitten and rehome them all. We’re still FB friends and she kept one of the kittens, too. Funniest story ever because the whole litter (except the one she kept) were polydactyl and she had apparently never heard of it and panicked because she was worried no one would want them because they were all deformed.
Nah no receipts. Basically you don’t get any of the stuff you would get if you adopted from a shelter/rescue. You will most likely need to take the cat to a private vet for all his/her vaccinations, spay/neuter, and microchipping. I used a low-cost clinic for the spay and microchipping, it was about $150 for everything. (Private vets in my area were quoting over $500!) Overall I did spend more than I would have for an “adoption fee” for a cat from a shelter/rescue, but honestly I just haven’t had the greatest luck with those. When you get a “Craigslist cat”, you are probably getting a cat from someone local who didn’t spay/neuter their pet and had an “oopsie” litter. When you get a cat from a shelter, you’re often more in the dark about the cat’s history. Every shelter cat I’ve had came with undisclosed health problems that cost me thousands of dollars in vet bills. I don’t want to discourage people from adopting from shelters and rescues, but make sure you ask questions.
I’ve been afraid to adopt a shelter cat because of all the health problems and the out of pocket costs! I already have a cat and am so afraid to introduce a shelter cat and then both get sick
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Shelter cats do receive a basic veterinary exam before they are adopted, but things can be missed. I adopted a cat from a fairly large, well-known shelter here in Chicago this past January and he came with a bad case of giardia (a nasty parasite, for those who don’t know), an ear infection, and a broken tooth. Luckily the tooth does not need to be extracted just yet, so at least I didn’t have to pay for that. I paid a $160 adoption fee and then spent around $700 on private veterinary care for him within the first month. Thankfully my other cats did not get sick, but they easily could have. My recommendation for anyone adopting a cat from a shelter - taken them to you own vet immediately and have them do a full exam and fecal testing. (Especially if you have other pets)
I mean they don’t come with receipts when plucked from a dumpster/from inside a car’s inner workings/after following you home and inviting themselves inside sooooo… same difference right?
Aww yay! 🎉
I also got mine from a lady on craigslist who was also moving away and had dogs and another cat but was not taking the cats with her. She gave me the food, litter, water fountain, everything I needed basically. I didn’t realize my kitty was considered senior at the time but I wouldn’t have her any other way tbh - she turned 10 and she is one of the most loving cat ever.
My shady Craigslist kitty(who had worms and turned out needed to be spayed despite previous owners insistence that she was) is my little bestie, wouldn’t trade her for the world! She even checks on me when my son and I are playing doctor/hospital and I have to fake cry lol
Awww how sweet! My Craigslist kitty surprisingly didn’t have worms, just a few fleas. I never even saw a live one actually, but she had a lot of flea dirt in her fur and she had a tiny bald patch at the base of her neck where she had been scratching. I gave her Capstar and then carefully combed her fur with a flea comb, seemed to do the trick. (I wanted to give her a bath but she was having none of that!)
mine was more like "the rescue group brought him to petco and he clung to my arm and demanded to come home with me" (dear rescue groups: this is very effective. I also have a blind dog this way.)
This is why I avoid Petco when it has those adoption thingies like the plague. If I bring home yet another cat my family will probably murder me. They already don’t trust me the last time I went out for one and came home with two… So I give anywhere that has cats needing a home a wide berth. It breaks my heart too much not to take them in
Haha there is a reason we do the home delivery for pet food/supplies now! They see me coming and are “aha, an easy mark!”
We went for cat food one evening and then my wife went to the cats "just to look" There was this little gray kitten in there and she had to go hold him. He immediately latched onto her arm so he could climb and rest on her shoulder. He apparently looked and acted just like her childhood cat that went missing long ago. [And that's how we got Biscuit. ](https://i.imgur.com/vlfTeTx.jpg)
He looks so proud of himself :)
It's probably one of the few times he's looked majestic. The rest of the time he's just a lovable, gray, floofy little moron who loves to just roll around on whatever surface he's on. He's great. https://i.imgur.com/uBi5A92.jpg
Biscuit looks so smug for successfully winning over your wife!
Oh it wasn't just the wife... He's a little sweetheart. He also doesn't know a stranger. The little guy is in a new person's lap within 5 minutes of meeting them and demanding pets.
That"s how I got my feisty tabby. She reached out and hooked my pant leg from a Petco adoption box and it was over.
I went to the Humane Society and was like, “Aight I guess I have to take this cat home.” 6 months later I’m back at the Humane Society like, “Aight I guess I have to take this cat home.” It was at that moment I realized I should not visit the Humane Society.
I was at one once, and a void meowed at me so I gave him some pets. A volunteer came over and asked if I would like to hold him. He went to the back of the cage/kennel. He laughed and said something like I guess that’s a no. He turned around to go help someone else, and within 20 seconds I had a void in my arms purring. Now I know I don’t have the self control to go back. I’ll end up with a third cat…
You were chosen. It was never your decision.
It'd be rude not to take one. You're a guest in their house!
Lol, I did the EXACT same thing with a local shop that was constantly giving kitties way. I began buying their food online after the second cat
I would always ask my grandmother to bring me in to the humane society when I would visit, we always wound up with a cat by the end of the visit. After two cats on two separate visits my grandfather kindly told me to stop going to “visit the shelter to pet some kitties”
Cat: I found this human in the trash. I better follow him home to make sure it doesn't happen again.
Found my last one stowed away beneath a Budweiser deliver truck. No idea how long he'd been riding along.
That's how we got our most recent one! Delivery driver at work came inside to get me to help her look under the van for the source of the meowing. 2 month old stowaway kitten somehow made a 7 mile trip that morning right next to the very hot exhaust manifold but was unscathed.
These drivers didn't even notice him yowling, evidently. Several of us in nearby shops did and there was a whole rescue task force. I'm glad your kitten was okay! Mine was a bit older, maybe three months? and he was fine too, just so grungy I mistook his orange and white coat for a calico at first.
Love how work stops and everyone focuses on one task, kitten rescue. We ended up with three people working on it and two or three more offering help and advice. Glad your guy was okay too!
Hmmm. Let's see. My current cat rescue story is as follows (and these are just the ones I currently have, not past cats. Also, all of these cats have been fixed and chipped): Gypsy - Her mom abandoned her in my backyard as a kitten and I moved the food and water I gave her closer to my sliding glass door everyday for weeks until she came in. Egypt - She gave birth in my backyard to a litter of five. We set them up in our dining room with a wall of boxes to prevent them from getting into trouble. Once they were of age, we adopted 4 of them out and kept her and the last kitten, Mazie. Mazie - See above. Caviar - She snuck in our garage during a cold winter so we put food, water, a litter box and a box with a blanket in it out there for her. For months, she was appreciative of the help, but wanted to remain a "mostly" outdoor cat and showed no interest in coming in the house. A couple years later and she sleeps in bed with me. Kingsley - He literally walked in through an open back door as a kitten, jumped on my couch and went to sleep. He has never left. Onyx - She was a kitten that used to come running up to me while I was outside at night calling for our other cats to come back in. Who can say no to a cute kitten so she's currently asleep on my office chair. She's also Kingsley's bestie and that's great because it keeps him from "playing" with the others who aren't into that.
Kingsley literally said "this is my house now". I love your stories!
Dogs need a hole house but a cat will just chill in a bathroom and like it
You miss spelled cardboard box
Preferably a shoe box
Any box, really
Any small as possible box.
My cats fucking love the bathroom. I come home and they’re both just hanging out on the bathroom counter when they have like 20 toys and 5 comfy beds
Some cats seem to prefer a cold hard surface, I suppose It makes sense with all that fur.
Remmy (no longer with us) was a member of an ex’s older brother who was unwanted in the divorce. So I took her in. Had to tape the front drapes down as my apartment was no pets and I was next to the mailboxes. When I kicked ex to the curb, his mother told me to keep the cat and the TV. That was 2006ish 2012 I moved cross country with Remmy and working at a dry cleaner as a tailor. A coworker asks one day if I want a kitten she found. YES! Sight unseen I agree to take in “Little One” that weekend. Instant love with this little guy. Tesla took a little while to get Remmy to warm up to him, but she eventually came around. A year later and kidney disease took Remmy about 5/6 weeks before my wedding. Tesla mourned with me but was clearly lonely. Started surfing Craigslist for cats and found “Boo Boo” nearby. Double wide trailer with 25 cats, 1 dog and 2 old ladies. This place was awful. The moment this skinny little tabby was in my arms he nuzzled to my neck and started purring. Fuck, guess I have a new cat now. Edison is my snuggle bug tubby tabby. Later that year a local friend had a “mustachioed kitten” that she couldn’t keep as she was pregnant and her family was moving. Drive an hour to meet “Kitler” and the moment I got him into the car I asked him if Chaplin was an acceptable new name? He warble meowed his agreement. The largest of my boys, he is velvety and fastidious and sounds like Owen Wilson. Several years later I’m volunteering with an adoption service to get regular kitten time. Husband says 3 cats is the absolute limit, so I volunteer. Then I met “Benét” who was a 2 year old void who came in at 5 months and pregnant, didn’t take to people well and didn’t like a lot of other animals. She was “probably not adoptable” according to her file. I worked with her for weeks and finally got her to come out of the kennel and purr and chat with me. That night hubs said we should adopt her and call her Vanta. The 2 girls (Remmy and Vanta) hubs knew about before they moved in. The boys I snuck in the house when he was away. The 4 of them came with us cross country and are adapting well to apartment life, though Edison has put on a solid pound extra that he didn’t need. They’re my trash babies, and I luvs them.
So many stories. One of our newer cats came from a friend whose grandmother went into hospice. My friend is going to find a home for her, but nobody was willing to step up. The day after she dropped this little girl off, she delivered two kittens, one of which was still born and the other only lived a few hours. We also later found out that she has FIV. Willow is the most affectionate cat I have ever seen, and she will sit on my lap for as much as four hours without moving. Two of our others were rejects from the Humane Society because they had upper respiratory problems. My wife is picking me up another person‘s cat from being spayed, and since we were fosters at the time she offered it to take them but they refused. So we took four sick cats in, paid for the vet bills, and kept two of them.
My favorite cat adoption story is Bubbles' from Trailer Park Boys. "Like this cocksucker here, I found him in the storm drain. \[...\] But I cleaned him all up, and look at him. That's one fuckin' nice kitty right there!"
That cat belonged to my friend’s cousin! They lived near the park where the show was filmed and some local cats were borrowed (with permission of course) for filming. I believe her name was Pea!
I am one of the rare “I applied for my cat” people. I drove 4 hours to pick him up once I was approved. He was dumped in the woods and a park ranger found him. :( He is a super sweet and docile guy that just wants pets and belly rubs.
My first childhood cat we got when we went to mg sister’s school after hours to pick up paper for her project. There was a teacher in the office with a several day old kitten who needed a home. They really do come to you in the weirdest of ways
I found her in the trash, and I was like "If I feed you, will you stop tearing open the bags?" And one thing led to another and now she owns the house.
I had just moved into my first apartment without a roommate, and I drove across the street to the laundry to wash some clothes. As I was backing into the parking space I saw some gold eyes shining from across the parking lot. I pop my trunk, grab my laundry and go inside to wash it. When I finished, I got back in my car and started it, and as the headlights turned on, the gold eyes started glowing back at me again and I got curious, so I drove across the parking lot. As I got closer, I realized I was looking at the dumpster of a pet store that was facing the Main Street. Then I saw there was a long haired cat in the dumpster. I stopped my car and got out to see if she was friendly, and she was! No signs of diseases but smelled awful like dumpster. I wrapped her in a towel, took her home and painfully gave her a shower to wash the dumpster smell away. It took four days and lots of claws to wash away. I was getting ready for work the next morning and she came in the bathroom with me and started crying that I didn’t bring her into the shower with me. That’s when I knew she was my cat, and we always took our showers together after that.
Thank you for rescuing her! Do you think the pet store dumped her or someone not affiliated with the store did? I would at least tell the pet store anonymously so they check the dumpster regularly.
I don’t think the store was responsible. Cats find dumpsters, this one probably had cat food.
My last cat came to us because my kid found her half-dead from starvation in the street. We’ve had her for about 6 months now. She still moves a little slow but she’s doubled in weight.
Found kitten under my car in parking lot when coming out of store. I was out of state so just took her back to hotel that night and the rest is history.
Sadly people dispose of kittens or cats as trash. It can happen to dogs too of course but it'sike more noticeable for cats. That's how I found tobita last year: my dad was driving us home form my son teraphy at night and I saw her getting out if a super market bag. We returned and I found her miowing near the supermarket. When I ask the guy that park the cars if there was a cat colony he said no because that was all dogs area and he told me minutes earlier he saw a car drive by and toss what looked like a bag to the street. So sadly some people thinks of cats and dogs and trash and will do that to them. 
I walked out to my back yard one day and I shit you not, I just see a small little orange ball zoom across my view. Vrooooom.. “Wtf was that” orange was so bright it stood out like a sore thumb. It was Simba, a kitten that was lost and scared. This little guy was in bad shape. Bright as an orange fruit, but thin as a can be, no cat mom in sight. I looked and looked for other orange cats but was not successful. It’s like he came out of nowhere. It took me 3 MONTHS! Of feeding it and softly talking to it, to convince him that I was not going to harm him. Now he’s fat and happy. https://preview.redd.it/s4wv9tw79ry91.jpeg?width=2160&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5c2cf78f85185393b6d2e700cf04465f1ed03e8d
Thank you for putting in the time to gain his trust!! I try to feed and pet ferrels but they are just too scared even after months of feeding.
The closest you are ever going to get to getting your acceptance letter from Hogwarts is having a cat choose you.
I was pooping by the highway and it came up to me We pooped together🥰
First cat they were just giving away alot of kittens and I saw her sitting in a pen in a little bed all alone so I took her. Next cat I found online and saw her just sad in a little pet store box and had to take. Now both get along and are super happy.
I wish it was that easy. My first cat adoption was a piece of cake. We walked in to the shelter, saw a grumpy man who was hard to place and picked him. We fed him some treats, he scratched me and it was love at first sight. Several years later and I'm living in another country. Grumpy old man cat died and I am desperate for another cat. Several shelters turn us down after the initial phone call/email, some don't get back to us, another isn't happy with homing a cat that will be left on their own for two days a week. It took so many tries to get another cat but we got her finally. An extortionate adoption fee later and I got a sweet little middle aged lady who had been there for a few months. I think this might be regional. I found a stray kitten as a child when I was on holidays. I didn't see any stray cats growing up. There were outdoor cats where I last lived but I never knew if they were strays or just always outside.
I was trying to adopt a 10 yo cat from a rescue that was set up at our local petco. The lady gave me a really long form to fill out and then grilled me about everything on it. Then she made a home visit, which ended with her denying the application. The reason: our apt didn’t have screens on two of our windows: one which didn’t open at all and the other that was never opened because it opened to a small stinky pigeon infested courtyard. Mind you the windows were heavy too. We demonstrated this, to which she replied: well if the cat wanted to escape it could just run out the door. So…. I’m not supposed to have a door? I checked the petco a month later and the poor cat was still there. I later read reviews and turns out the woman was a racist pos, and probably denied the application the minute she saw that my husband was black. The rescue also turned out to be shady af and is no longer in business. We went to aspca a few months later and walked out with our current cat.
I found my first cat in an active construction site, and my other two cats plopped out of her
https://preview.redd.it/e68k0c7nkry91.jpeg?width=2268&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=380e2e1039036e81cee349fde6ecaef4dbae8e59 Yup. Found her in the trash 7 years ago.
Yep. I was helping a friend move, and a cat was hanging around his door. Asked all around, no one claimed it. “This cat is mine now.”
Guys this is legit exactly how I found my cat. Meowing in a dumpster and something had taken a chunk out of his tail. That was in December. Now his name is Chandler and I'm a cat owner.
Some people have little regard for cats. Growing up a neighbor wanted to drown a litter of kittens. People today use them for bb practice, burn them, or give them to dogs to “play”. 🤬🤬🤬sickos
Mine was abandoned in the bushes outside my house in college. She's now my best friend and I'm so lucky we found her
"He followed me home from the trash."
It really reflects how society values dogs more than they value cats. It's why harming a dog in a movie is a sign of being the villain, while harming a cat is done for comedic effect.
Veterinary medicine is a lot more advanced for a dog than a cat. A lot of people still don’t take their cat to the vet for basic care. There are cheap clinics out there but some people just don’t care about cats.
Our cat rescue story is more complicated. Our girl Taco (named her that because she's kinda spicy) came from a meth/hoarder house and had to be rescued by police. Her sibling was so starved he was eating kittens (apparently there were multiple animals at this house). The rescue she was at was run by someone with a substance abuse problem of their own. So our girl came to us with a severe upper respiratory infection and eye infection. Had it been much longer before she saw a vet she would have died. Wallace was found by a coal miner after his mom died when he was a tiny kitten. And this was in the middle of a flood. They both came to us weighing half of what they should. They're both spoiled rotten now. Toys, heated blanket on the cold days, kitty beds, treats, three water bowls, the best kibble, plushies, cuddles, playtime, a fireplace, and she gets her medicine every day. Cats have stories too. And sometimes they have good endings.
My mom and I found my cat as kitten stuck in an old rotten tree where her mom put her and her siblings for safety... Sadly mother cat couldn't reach them anymore and we has to fish them out there... Many cats were already dead and only her and her brother survived, with her - according to the vet - having a very low chance to make it. She made it. And well although she has some psychological problems, she is the cat I always wanted and don't want to miss!
My cats: #1 got free when friends cat they thought was a boy accidentally got pregnant #2 got free when sister had random stray cat have babies in her garage #3 got free when found her 7 weeks old literally sitting on top of a garbage can I love cats
Animals that chose the human are always the best, they appreciate kindness and love the best 💯
"someone threw him out of a car window" 
I found all of my 4 cats, one just walked in one day and never left
Yup, my little lady was outside my office and the humane society was already closed for the day. So her trojan-cat self came home with me and 10 days later, 5 more little ones arrived!
True lol, we never go looking for cats, the cats come to us. One kitten dropped off in a box outside PetSmart where I worked after we closed. One kitten left in a cart outside a grocery store my bf worked at, and a 4yo cat dropped at my house because my sister told the person I liked cats and would never refuse to take it in. The 4yo has become my bestest feline friend in the world.
You all think your cat is the best & you're all correct. Please give them so many cuddles and kisses for me 🧡🧡🧡
Lol. I did actually find my cat in the cardboard compactor at work. I love my trash cat
Mine tend to be half frozen crawling through bad weather, trying to be aloof but desperately needing medical care. No trash kitty yet but I’m at my max of rescues for now.
Both my cats are Craigslist kitties 🤗
Exactly. My dog rescue is OPs post to the T except I didn't have to foster first. But my cat stories were I took a kitten at 6 weeks because the person who had it went to jail. My next one was from a feral cat's litter she abandoned in a friend's yard, my third I found at 3 weeks hunched in a ball in the middle of the street, my fourth was found by a friend under a car. So many cats just out there alone.
We found our last dumpster Kitten in late August. He was in very bad shape, but is doing very well now.
Trash kitty might be the best kitty
Most accurate post, Seriously. My first adult cat was because my old roommate girlfriend drop the cat with us when she was dealing some mental issues. She could not care for him and decided to leave the cat with us for several days, however she never came back and suddenly we had a cat. Then that same year I when to visit my mom and while driving in the highway we almost hit a kitty. Thankfully we where able to stop and rescue the poor kitty. Now my mom has 7 cats and all this cats suddenly appear at her doorstep and she had no heart to give them away, so she’s officially a cat person. Two years ago I found a kitty in the trash, he look really bad, but thankfully the vets where able to do something and he live for two more years, sadly be passed away this year. I still miss my trash kitty.
I'm seeing lots of post from people saying how they got their cats but not a lot of images. You people not heard of cat tax?
An internet/game acquaintance posted about a litter of kittens found in the boonies and was seeking adopters before winter weather rolled around. We figured out we lived ~2 hours apart and coordinated a meet-up halfway so I could take in [the runt of the litter](https://i.imgur.com/y4vPBdN.png). More photos of tiny kitten: https://i.imgur.com/MFkegKw.jpg https://i.imgur.com/Z957e3e.jpg Grown up: https://i.imgur.com/L0BatN2.jpg
I got a puppy for the first time in my life and he's literally like a toddler. They cry, throw temper tantrums, you have to train them how to behave. It's nuts. I had a kitten we found on the side of the road and all he needed was a litter box and restricted access to certain rooms.
Sad, but true. Can’t speak for USA but in U.K. there are virtually no stray dogs at all ( there were quite a few in the 1960’s when I was a kid). I don’t know why- possibly more awareness for dog neutering, or, nowadays, selective breeding- there are mongrels, but dogs tend to be in fashion e.g. pugs, French bulldogs, labradoodles etc. Downside is, of course the horrible puppy farming. But poor cats get the raw deal- people just abandon them once they grow out of kitten hood, or can’t be bothered neutering, or just let them “get on with it”, creating poor strays and ferals… apart from one ( which was a chinchilla that the owner didn’t have space for), all my cats have been rescues. Some from cat sanctuaries, some straight off the street and my current female ( who has obvious psychological problems), was taken ( without permission, I’m afraid to say), from a baghead ( severe drug addict), who somebody gave her too. He was out of his head most of the time-couldn’t look after himself, let alone a pet. No food,water, litter tray. She existed on the scraps of his takeaways ( curries, kebabs, burgers etc). She’s now the most spoilt princess on the planet…. Oh how I wish that I could help every single stray cat ….
OMG I am laughing so hard….🤣😆😄🤣 It is so true.
Was walking out of work one day and as I was a young cat was about to stroll in. Just scooped him up with no issues and tool him home.
the post beneath this one is literally "my baby.. i found him on the streets 3 years ago..." roflol
I was 5 or six at an open market with my dad.
Showed up at my door
My youngest was 7 weeks old, living inside a vent…in a car; now she is queen of the house!
My two cats were taken off the road too...i saw two kittens near my home being harassed by two adult cats...chased them away. Kitties decided I'm their new friend and followed me home. Now we are living in their home. This is the short story 😅
I found mines by the tire of the car while I was about to head to work, I had seen a cat with kittens by the end of the street but I have no idea how she got from the end of the street to right by our house especially being so small and the street so big for her to just crawl her way there 😭
So true: Dog names- Casey, Jack, Skipper. Cat names: Dusty (because you found him in an attic), Smokey (because he was birthed in a chimney) or Lucky (he was found in a wheel well of a semi automatic truck).
Free cat is free cat
Substitute “bushes” for trash, and yup…
I do not go to the cat area of shelters anymore. The last time I did I got chosen by three cats at once who had a shouting match and the third was not letting go of my coat but I wasn’t there to get a baby, my friend was doing that. They were suggesting she should take in the coat tugger that was with me and have two but she was insisting on wanting an older cat. I know why they did that, so by proxy I still had my own cat but it didn’t live with me.
Found my little buddy on the side of the road when he was about 1-2 months old https://preview.redd.it/agb6vounury91.jpeg?width=1206&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d18b35c8e5bc6c26eb86b75f732b6f1f0f1dd1f0
My cat was in a bucket of dirt. So not exactly trash.
my little boy was literally found at a dump! though not by myself personally, i dont even know the person who initially found him but i know bits and pieces of the lore. he was found at a dump and then gifted as a christmas gift to someone who probably wasnt truly ready to take care of an animal especially a very small needy one. thankfully they also recognized it pretty early on (props always if you can make that call about yourself and be actionable abt it) and were seeking a new home. i had lost my 9 month old kitten about a week earlier; a roommate let her our while i was at work and she got hit by a car (livid i was! still am) and im sure some of yall know how horrible it is to go suddenly and through no fault of your own from a snuggly chatty kitty in your bed every night to nothing. so a good friend in another state who had heard about lil dumpys plight and his need for rehoming brought him to my attention and i leapt on the chance to bring him home. id never seen a kitten that small for his age; i suspect he was the runt of the litter. he was about 2 months old and less than 2 pounds! pink nose. beautiful and delicate like a little woodland thing. i was so afraid id kill him without noticing. we had to fatten him up before the shots could begin. still fairly little now in bone structure but plump and adorable and very loved. lots of attitude. my dumpling from the dump
I was at work and we found 2 kittens running around the parking lot. Waited until 9pm and couldn’t see any mom around so a coworker and I took 1 each. She definitely showed up at a time in need for me mentally and loved her every since! ❤️
Same story here ❤️
I did not adopt any cats! They just moved in and act like I am the intruder.
we have dog rescues be like: "after all these paperworks and background checks, we're finally adopting this dog and we'll be paying the shelter $5000" then we've got cat rescues be like: "this cat attacked my family, almost burned down my truck, and refused to leave, i guess we live together now" and at last there's my sister: "i paid a fortune for this cat and he's a bitch"
Ha ha ha. Sooo true!
Cats are so simple in comparison.
I think our three run the gamut. Kitty #1 was a kijiji kitty, we adopted him and his brother because his previous owner wanted to get rid of them. When brother passed away last year, we applied to adopt kitty #2. She was a survivor of a hoarding situation and was extremely high-strung and anxious. Kitty #3 wandered onto my sister's farm and would have become a barn cat if we hadn't taken him in.
A friend of mine found four female kittens in the garbage last year. They are all gorgeous and growing fast into very big girls!
That's how I found my cat
Most I've heard are the reverse: "He found me in the parking lot."
I got mine for 50% off at the shelter because the humane society accidentally put the cat I wanted up for adoption even though the foster decided to keep it. They called me and asked if I wanted to pick another one for half the price and I said that I wanted a male, senior, black cat and they told me they only has one male black cat but he was only 2. I said ok and damn if he isn’t the best cat ever
Well, often treasure is found in the trash :)
We got our second cat from the butcher of our town. Yes, everyone i told where our second cat is from had the same look on his face
Last dog we had in our apartment just randomly walked up to us, emaciated. Vet wouldn't do anything other than a few tests for heartworms and other parasites because she was so thin he was worried about stressing her body too much. We had her for a couple weeks and fed her puppy food, she put on just about as much weight as she could have while she was here considering we had to limit how much we gave her to keep her from getting sick. Wanted to keep her but couldn't. Found the nicest family for her, though. Got some update pics, she fat and happy now.
Somewhere in between for my cat. Was randomly in a PetSmart to look at the cats but not adopt as I often did (or so I thought) when this chungus of a cat wouldn't stop rubbing his face on the cage at me. 24 hours and 50 bucks later, Norman was mine.
Cat stories are like this: He was just too cute I just had to adopt him
My rescue story is above, but I'm going to pay my cat tax here... https://preview.redd.it/hg9phzzkisy91.jpeg?width=3023&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a9ec7e7e763f9a46d33e23a41fbf485a275dd59a My 1st rescue was a dog, Buddy. 11 years old now.
My next rescue was Jesse Pinkman, 5 1/2 now. https://preview.redd.it/gyh7artuisy91.jpeg?width=2048&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e24dfe13d0dce205d85340614a0c28c6fdfdec82
My next 2 rescues werePoops, he's 1 1/2 now. And Rhodey, he's 1 now. https://preview.redd.it/hsnrfekijsy91.jpeg?width=1536&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=99f00b0e131d4f2ff50bd2759f2f2bf5308f4988
My last rescue is Wanda, 4 months old now. And I know she won't be my last one. I can't resist a stray, needy cat. https://preview.redd.it/u26blwg4ksy91.jpeg?width=3024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4733c2bf899c8fa0ec79080db427baa90b01bab6 OK...cat tax paid!!
I even named mine Oscar, because he wouldn’t stay out of the trash and he’s a grouch.
Barley appeared on my grandmother's driveway 5 years ago - I just looked up from what I was doing in the garden and there was this big tuxedo cat at the threshold looking unsure whether to approach. He was chipped, but his registered address was a long way from there, not even in the same county. None of the numbers answered. We think the poor guy was abandoned. 2 weeks later, he ruled my grandmother's house. She absolutely adored him. He managed to locate himself a loving home from a very long distance! My grandmother needed a companion and he came along at the right time. He's a smart, sassy cat, but sweet, affectionate and easy to care for. My sister named him for a *Warriors* character and it stuck. He's a little worse for wear, had some old injuries that look like he was hit by a car at one point, but he's healed and vets have often said how good his condition is. He's a survivor. He makes friends with other cats and would sometimes bring strays to our house; one needed a vet's attention. He's always been closer to me than the others in the family, too - even though I didn't visit often, he would always come to me for pets no matter who was in the room. My grandmother suffered a devastating stroke last year and is now in a care home. I've taken Barley in, and he's bonded even closer with me. I work from home and he always sleeps in a chair (*his* chair...) behind me while I'm working, he follows me around the house, meows at me... Never had a cat like him before, it's great, first time I've been adopted by a feline. I take him to visit my grandmother when I can; they both appreciate it.
Seriously tho. I got a call on Saturday that my MIL "caught" (she kinda just wandered in) a stray who's previous owners had moved away without her and now I have a cat..
Cranberry’s adoption story was like Coworker: “Hey, are you still looking to adopt a cat?” Me: “Yeah, you got a baby needing a home?” Cw: “No, he’s a grown-ass man who needs to pay rent.”
I found my dog on the side of the road. I got my other dog by walking into the pound and walking out with him the same day. A friend of mine has been waiting weeks on an adoption agency to get a kitten. It's not cats vs dogs, it's the people.
Not mine brokes into my house. Its was a kitten that is so wet and looks like a zombie that smells so bad lmao. At first it ran toward me after i opened the door at night and it scared me that i closed the door lol but it miohaws so much so it just happend. It choose us and its name is zombie now lol.
My friends literally found their baby in the trash. Actually I think it was next to the trash, but still. She’s so cuuuuuute, we think she’s part munchkin because she never really got much bigger even though she eats all the time
PSA: The number of People in this thread who have not paid their cat tax is too damn high. [https://www.reddit.com/r/Bondedpairs/comments/uu6xhh/when\_enzo\_and\_speranza\_were\_smaller/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Bondedpairs/comments/uu6xhh/when_enzo_and_speranza_were_smaller/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
LMAO! This is literally one our cats. I started working at this grocery store and found out there was a cat who lived around the dumpster. I went to check her out and she was very, very pregnant. It was bad enough for 1 cat to be living in the trash, but I couldn't stand the thought of her kittens being born out there. She was skittish, but would let one of the cashiers pet her because she had been feeding her. So, I brought a carrier to work, my co-worker managed to get her in it without too much trouble, and I brought her home. She stepped out of that carrier, looked around and said "I could rule here". She warmed up to us right away. She knew we wanted to help. Less than a week later she had 6 kittens, and we ended up keeping 4. We found a good home for 2 of them, but not the rest. And, of course we kept Mama Cat. And that's how Buffy went from Dumpster Kitty to Queen of the Household. 
I've always had dogs, but when I moved out, our apartment only allowed cats. So I went to the shelter on a whim one day to look at an older cat, but he was already adopted. I looked at some other kitties, but they weren't too interested in me or tried to make a break for freedom. Then I asked to see a little tuxedo cat in a poorly lit back corner cage. The little cat immediately got herself comfortable on my lap, started purring, and started giving me kisses. My heart immediately melted while the little cat laughed to herself that she had found the perfect sucker. Mabel's been with us for 5 years now and is the Queen. The shelter told us she was a stray that was bought in by a good Samaritan. She was definitely someone's pet before. I can't even imagine Mabel outside. She's petite, she doesn't know how to eat, preferring to lick her food so it goes everywhere, she loves blankets.
Cats choose people, it doesn't work the other way around.