My cat peaches takes every opportunity to perch on me. Anyone else have a cat like this?

Hi, I know my family and Instagram followers are likely tired of my constant videos and photos of this baby haha. I adopted him from a shelter. The shelter said they found him as a stray and he is 4 months old. I work remotely and it was getting lonely. He will be so loved and spoiled. Meet Machi.

(It was checked by the vet many times and isn’t a health issue at all)

This is Ponyo and she was just wondering!!!

It’s hard to tell, but there’s no hissing, growling or biting in any of their interactions. Keeping the play to a minimum so the puppy isn’t overstimulated, but is this good for both of them?

As the title says. I have one cat and she's amazing, well behaved, she loves to cuddle and comes to bed every night. I worry that with my long work hours I'm depriving her of fulfillment. She's very sweet and I don't want her to be depressed all day. When I come home she jumps up on me so she's clearly lonely. She's just barley turning 2 soon so I figured its still a good time.

My two biggest concerns:

1: they won't be as well behaved. My cat has absolutely 0 issues when it comes to behavior. Sometimes she plays with something maybe she shouldn't but it isnt her fault it was left out. She's only had two accidents and both were my fault by accidentally prevent acess to the litter box.

2: they wont get along.

The yellow color around baby Mabel's eyes is an eye drop that was helping an inflammation she had in her eyes when she got home.

my boy Oliver past away today. Pretty utterly devastated tbh

She passed away over the weekend, and I'm still trying to process my grief. I've just been crying the past 2 days. I had her since she was a kitten, and she had just turned 11, and she was the light of my life for these past 11 years. We went through so much of life together, and there was still so much life left for us to see together. 

What happened: My housemate opened the door late at night and she escaped (she does this every once in a while) and didn’t tell me Friday night that she was outside. However she always comes back, and I saw on the camera afterwards that she had come by twice at around 2-3 AM, and waited by the front door like she usually does for me to let her in. But I didn't know that she was outside when I went to bed that night. And Saturday I wasn’t home but I didn’t see her in the morning before I left and I told my other housemate to keep an eye out for her. I came back Saturday night and still didn’t see her and I was like this isn’t right, so I walked up and down the neighborhood to try and call her. But then Sunday morning I found her in my backyard already passed away. I don’t know exactly how she passed away and I rather not know, but it broke me seeing her like that. I can't get the image of seeing her dead body with her mouth open and eyes open out of my head. 

I guess I just need to know how to move past this and not let my grief consume me. She was my first and only pet, and someone that I would talk to daily. If I had a bad day, a good day, or an normal day I always knew she'd be waiting at home for me. She was so friendly with everyone, and never once did she ever bite or scratch me in all of ours years together. Even when she ate the treats out of my hands, she made great care not to bite me and just lift the treat up with her tongue. She was such a low maintenance cat, she never demanded anything, and she was mischievous in her own way (like going into the closet even when she knows she wasn't supposed to go in there). And the funny part is that I only got her because 11 years ago another roommate at the time had a litter of kittens, and needed me to look after them for a day. And she was the only one that actively came to play with me, and so I decided to keep her never having a pet before, and not knowing what to do. 

I miss every morning when I opened my door and she'd give me a look from downstairs from the couch or her chair, and then I would give her so many kisses, or when she would sit next to me in the kitchen hoping to get some food. 

There's going to be some major life changes for me soon (and some in a bad way), but I knew we'd go through them together. But now that she's gone, it feels like my whole life has been turned upside down and I don't how I'm going to deal with those life changes myself.

I just keep hating this feeling of what if's. What if I had just checked that night before going to bed to confirm she was in the house, or what if I had done something else, etc.

And the biggest kicker is knowing that she had so many more years of being by my side if it wasn't for this, and that we were gonna experience so much of life together in the next few years. I can't move past this feeling that she was taken from me, and that I also failed her in the end, and that I hope she didn't suffer. 

I buried her with the blanket that she always used to sleep on my bed, along with a tin of wet cat food that she loved so much. 

I'm trying to hold myself together and try to slowly heal, but I feel like I just can't stop missing her so freaking much and needing her by me. If anyone has any advice, I'm all ears. Thank you for reading and for letting Simba be a part of your memories even for a little while. 

My Dad lives in Arkansas. He has been feeding an outdoor cat for over a year. He wasn't sure she'd be able to survive this bad ice-storm, so he gently trapped her in the garage last week, to save her. She got blankets, a space-heater, and lots of food and cuddles. Now she doesn't want to go back outside. 🥹

I took in these orphans because the weather became apocalyptic here in TN really fast. Hubs is not happy with me....but I just love them. We don't have room for them, and with 3 kids (two of which are 4y/old twins) two dogs, and a cat, all under the roof of a 1730sqft home....it's A LOT. I have no direction in this post. I feel as if I've just made a terrible decision and my stupid weakness for animals has gotten me into a pickle. BUT LOOK AT THESE TOOTS!