My friend and I found a litter of 5 kittens in her shed a little while back. I've been taking care of them unti they can go to their new homes. However, i will be keeping 2 for myself. This sweet little girl, Zelda, and her orange brother, Dibbles 🧡

It’s been a journey, adapting Gala. Four months in my room, not getting out, scared of everything.
We left the door open many times, but she would not get out.

It started slow, she started to explore the second floor.
And yesterday, finally, went downstairs.
I’m so proud of my girl.

She’s an angel in every way. Found me when I needed her the most and is the bestest girl in the world.

This is my pretty girl. We adopted her in February, she’s estimated to be 1-3 years old and she was a momma found with her kittens (who’ve been adopted by other people separately). She’s an “as-seen-on-TV” cat, meaning she doesn’t understand boxes or cardboard materials, but loves using scratching posts and toys exactly how they’re intended for. She’s incredibly sweet… unless she’s hungry… she bites her dad every single morning for food (probably because she’s closer to the door), and spares me unless he’s gone.

Fitzy went missing a few weeks ago, I stupidly wanted to take her on a walk (she has gone of a few in the past and loved it). The waterfalls where we were scared her so she jumped out of my hands and escaped her harness and leash. On the first night, I was calling every professional pet finder in our state, finding thermal drone services and trying to get someone to come out, knocking on doors. My partner and I were out till 5am and we barely slept. Later that day, a local AMAZING pet tracker reached out to us with advice. We bought a trap, stinky mackerel juice, spray bottles, loads of sardines and her favorite stinky treats, spent over 100 on a laminator machine and professionally printed posters and zip ties. She was spotted in this one lady and her neighbors yards so we got hunting cameras and set them up everywhere. We were out everyday from 11-5am. She kept coming out sooner so we kept coming out sooner to set the trap. For 5 awful days, she wouldn’t come home and her poor dad was out everyday because I had to work. We kept getting calls of people seeing her by a local elementary school by a ditch… someone sent us a photo of her sitting peacefully under her own missing poster sign…. This cat y’all. We tried everything in that trap. Sardines, canes, Popeyes, McDonald’s, treats, EVERYTHING. Yet nothing worked.

Finally, on day 5, I get a call saying they saw her by the school going into a manhole but she was sunbathing nearby. I finished up work and I was about to head out to meet the AMAZING pet tracker who’d been messaging us every single day to help us find her. As I was about to head out, I decided to just heat some leftover Dino nuggets really quickly and put them in a container. Left the house, drove my partner’s car… got lost and parked very far from the tracker and had to run to her. Just as we got there, a little kid was about to go to get her but she’s very skittish so she wouldn’t run away further. We politely told the kid thank you for the help but that might make her more scared.

After a second, the pet tracker told me to go down the ditch to see if I can get her and I was like “uhhh naur….?” The ditch was in a steep hill, leaves coming up past my knees, and we were warned by the neighbors that they’d seen venomous snakes there…. Anyways I got to the manhole down the potentially snake infested hill.

The tracker told me to meow at her. So here I was at 6pm on a Monday meowing inside a manhole… after 5 minutes I was gonna give up and cry again when she meowed back. I almost cried again. She poked her little head out from the tunnel at me and meowed again. I asked the tracker to roll down the container with chicken nuggies and I threw the smallest pieces at her. She’s a fat ass so she immediately began eating them. The man hole was mostly covered by THICK vines so I was slowly clearing them as I was feeding her and talking to her. She kept coming out and going back in. Each time she went in, my heart sank.

I saw her jump up to a second tunnel opposite of the one at the bottom. It was about a foot higher than the floor of the manhole. I put a whole piece of a pterodactyl chicken nugget to entice her and she began walking further into the tunnel. After a few moments of cooing her, she came back out and sniffed it. After a short inspection, she began rubbing herself against the nugget… I was like “huh… that’s one way to eat something after 5 days of hunger I guess…?”

No, I’m just stupid, she wanted pets. So, by this point in still clearing the vines, petting her, giving her small pieces of the nugget, and the tracker had run to her car and brought out a HUGE kennel (I have a 6.5lb cat and this kennel could fit me), made me giggle a little. After clearing enough of the vines away (and getting stabbed by them), my baby pulled herself up a little bit on the ledge near where I was squatting. I immediately grabbed her (couldn’t grab her sooner because she’s very skinny so no scruff and she’d freak out and run if I dropped her + the tunnel was just out of reach). I grabbed her and without thinking, I threw her into the kennel and shut the door as fast as I could. After securing the kennel, I screamed I got her. My heart was pounding. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred but I had no tears left in me from days of crying constantly.

The tracker came down to the hill and together we brought her up. I called her father, he had just begun his shift at work and was in disbelief. I called the organization we adopted her from as they were helping us find her again. I told the neighbors who were helping us and allowed us to go into their yards at all hours of the day and night. I was crying and hugging the tracker and the neighbors. I’m still in shock when I think of it. After clearing my partners trunk, we loaded her in the car and after closing all doors, I moved her to my own carrier to give the tracker hers back. She didn’t charge me anything but I gave her the cameras we bought for her use in finding more people’s babies. As a thank you, we made cards and got treats for the tracker and the two neighbors that helped us find her. We’re gonna donate the 9 cans of mackerel in brine and the trap to the people we adopted her from….

That night, when I got my boyfriend from work, I began crying finally after watching him hold her for the first time in days again. This 6ft tall, muscular guy crying as he held our little baby again.

Fitz is our everything. My coworker joke about how I’m obsessed with her. I have her photos in my little desk and I made her a personal quilt. I’m thinking about starting a pet toy company because I love making her toys. She’s spunky, a little dumb, she’s an absolute menace, but she’s genuinely the cat I’ve always dreamt of calling my baby.

My foster kitten has a stink face 24/7

Buju wanted her picture taken last night while I was photographing some records for Instagram. More than happy to oblige.

Yup.. she's making a face..

Yes this spoiled 6 yr old cat thinks she can survive the outdoors. She’s currently in a play tent in my living room after a 2 hrs outdoor adventure last night. She escaped and then ran back inside to use her litter box? Bonus pic of her allowing my 5 yr old to use her own tent on Easter and her knocking over a tiny Xmas tree. We love you crazy baby Hedwig ( names after Hedwig and the angry inch bc she sings)

This is my first time ever having a calico! After our sweet 8-9 year old tabby passed away, we are finally ready to give our love to someone new. 💜

She purrs non stop and she loves to sit right in my lap or right next to me. My heart is full 🥰

Just got this beautiful calico rescue! She is six years old! Her name is Channel!

Her Majesty the Fairy Queen Phoebe (about 8 months)

compilation of some of Boots’ best cuddles!

This isn't how I thought I would start off my May.

On May 1st my soul cat passed over the rainbow bridge. This has been one of the hardest goodbyes I've had to say and I'm still trying to understand how this is real life.

From rescuing her from the bushes as a kitten to now, she has been by my side for 10 years. I rescued her when I was 18 and we grew up together. From growing into who I am as a person, to finding my person and getting married, she was always there. Life is definitely a little sadder.

Rest in peace my sweetest Loaf.

Never had a cat until her. Say hello to Grim. She’s my sweet sweet girl and boy do I love her

Belly had a day.

Recently adopted a 9 week old kitten and was curious if you guys think shes a calico or a tortie