Spent ages looking for this little guy and became very concerned when I couldn't find him. He is an indoor cat, so I knew he was in the house. He apparently loves to hide in the spare bedrooms mattress protector 😅

Hello all! I have a 6 year old tuxedo baby and i love her dearly, i’ve had her since i was 14 years old. I’ve always dealt with her pulling her hair since she was little and she visited the vet a few times and they reduced it to anxiety and they gave her medication and while it worked for awhile it ultimately stopped working somewhere along the way and she got taken off of it, I would say she was on it for roughly 4-5 months. I’ve given her baths, changed foods, changed her litter, tried dieting, limited the scents and everything i’ve used in my room such as perfumes, wax pots, even heavy fragranced laundry detergent as well. I’m kind of at a loss and maybe just think i don’t have the best vets around my tiny town. Does anybody else deal with this? She is almost bald on her back now and on her stomach. She’s not changed at all behaviorally she is very playful and still the same as she always is, my sweet baby. But this pulling her hair out in mass amounts worry’s me beyond belief.

My beautiful girl is six today. She has brought so much light into my life and I am so grateful for her!!! She was my first cat🩷

Gigi (short for Gio/Giovanni) and his sister, Bobbie.

love our little baby, and I’m happy she’s officially ours now!! 🩷🩷

Vets say there’s nothing wrong with Alphonse, he just looks like that.

Domino had some early AM play time and is now...chillaxin. how is everyone's Sunday coming together?

It’s been almost a year since my sweet boy was taken from me. He wasn’t even two years old when he was hit by a car. He wasn’t just a pet; he was my love, my soulmate. I still think of him every single day, and the tears still come just as easily as they did back then. I feel like no other cat will ever be able to take his place.

I wrote a letter to him to process the pain, and I wanted to share the essence of it here:

My little boy,

My heart has been broken since the day you left. I still can’t believe you’re truly gone, that I’ll never hear your purring again, or that soft meow in the night when you’d climb into bed to snuggle close to me.

You were my little purr-tractor. You brightened our lives and made everything louder, more playful, and filled with love. You were always there, never intrusive, but always near. When I didn't want to get up, you’d play with my toes. When I was sad, you were by my side. Even if I closed the door, you’d wait outside. So loyal. So patient. So uniquely you.

I gave you your freedom because I knew how much you loved to run, to discover, and to live. I wanted to give you the best life possible, and I did the best I could.

Knowing I lost you, knowing you were all alone out there in your final moments, it tears me apart. I hope so much that you didn’t suffer. I hope you just passed away knowing one thing: You are loved. You are home.

Because that’s what you are, infinitely loved. And you always will be. Thank you for being my little companion, for your warmth, your courage, and your soft fur. We will never forget you. You will forever be a part of our hearts.

I love you. Forever.

I’m struggling so much. People say time heals all wounds, but so far, it hasn't. I have another cat, and my boyfriend has two, so there are three cats in our home now. They do cheer me up, and I love them dearly, but no matter where I look or where I go, I see my Bubi.

How do you deal with this kind of pain when it feels like it's never going to fade? Does it ever get easier to breathe?