She was a feral baby born in my yard. Full of ants and nothing but skin & bones, I didn't know if she'd make it but here she is, a happy, healthy 2 year old
This is her sister
She looks just like my fluffy boy!!
What a cutie pie! Gorgeous, gorgeous cat
She looks just like my fluffy boy!!
My floof was a lone, tiny, feral kitten at around 6 weeks old (we think his momma n sibling might have died but not sure) and just wandered into a nearby home with a cat flap; luckily it was the home of a lovely RSPCA lady and although she couldn't afford to keep him in addition to her own cat, she looked after him until I came in one day specifically looking for a black cat to keep our Prince Ozzy company.
She said, "I just happen to know the perfect cat for you…"
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He was in the shelter for all of a couple of hours; she brought him in to work the next day and we arrived late morning to pick him up. I saw him in his pen, went to the glass and said, "You! You're my boy." He turned upside down, looked at me with those big, shiny, round eyes, touched his paw to where my fingers were on the glass and stole my heart forever
He was already named Harley by the RSPCA lady and once we heard his loud purr (sounds like a nearby engine idling), we knew he had to keep it!
He came at my worst point of my illness; I was bed bound, up all night alone most nights and wracked with constant pain and discomfort. He slept on my chest and used to gently paw my face to check I was still breathing from time to time, his almost deafening purr seemingly set to "maximum healing resonance" at all times. He followed close to my heels wherever I went and I gradually integrated myself back into the household I had long withdrawn from, lured in by the lil sociable fluffy monster as he appreciated every little thing we gave him.
My little motorbike cat healed me as much as he could, n still continues to try every day
She looks just like my fluffy boy!!
My floof was a lone, tiny, feral kitten at around 6 weeks old (we think his momma n sibling might have died but not sure) and just wandered into a nearby home with a cat flap; luckily it was the home of a lovely RSPCA lady and although she couldn't afford to keep him in addition to her own cat, she looked after him until I came in one day specifically looking for a black cat to keep our Prince Ozzy company.
She said, "I just happen to know the perfect cat for you…"
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He was in the shelter for all of a couple of hours; she brought him in to work the next day and we arrived late morning to pick him up. I saw him in his pen, went to the glass and said, "You! You're my boy." He turned upside down, looked at me with those big, shiny, round eyes, touched his paw to where my fingers were on the glass and stole my heart forever
He was already named Harley by the RSPCA lady and once we heard his loud purr (sounds like a nearby engine idling), we knew he had to keep it!
He came at my worst point of my illness; I was bed bound, up all night alone most nights and wracked with constant pain and discomfort. He slept on my chest and used to gently paw my face to check I was still breathing from time to time, his almost deafening purr seemingly set to "maximum healing resonance" at all times. He followed close to my heels wherever I went and I gradually integrated myself back into the household I had long withdrawn from, lured in by the lil sociable fluffy monster as he appreciated every little thing we gave him.
My little motorbike cat healed me as much as he could, n still continues to try every day
OMG, he's adorable!!!She looks just like my fluffy boy!!
My floof was a lone, tiny, feral kitten at around 6 weeks old (we think his momma n sibling might have died but not sure) and just wandered into a nearby home with a cat flap; luckily it was the home of a lovely RSPCA lady and although she couldn't afford to keep him in addition to her own cat, she looked after him until I came in one day specifically looking for a black cat to keep our Prince Ozzy company.
She said, "I just happen to know the perfect cat for you…"
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He was in the shelter for all of a couple of hours; she brought him in to work the next day and we arrived late morning to pick him up. I saw him in his pen, went to the glass and said, "You! You're my boy." He turned upside down, looked at me with those big, shiny, round eyes, touched his paw to where my fingers were on the glass and stole my heart forever
He was already named Harley by the RSPCA lady and once we heard his loud purr (sounds like a nearby engine idling), we knew he had to keep it!
He came at my worst point of my illness; I was bed bound, up all night alone most nights and wracked with constant pain and discomfort. He slept on my chest and used to gently paw my face to check I was still breathing from time to time, his almost deafening purr seemingly set to "maximum healing resonance" at all times. He followed close to my heels wherever I went and I gradually integrated myself back into the household I had long withdrawn from, lured in by the lil sociable fluffy monster as he appreciated every little thing we gave him.
My little motorbike cat healed me as much as he could, n still continues to try every day
Ultimate fluff!OMG, he's adorable!!!
Nothing is as calming or heartwarming as a kitty purring! My girls, and before them boys, have saved me so many times. I'm not religious but can't deny nature and I do believe that they find us. I'm so glad Harley found you!
Can't leave out my 10 year old who was adopted from a Maine Coon Rescue program
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Enough spare floof after brushing for a whole 'nother cat! (Had to pull it away quick as he was gonna EAT it
Mine do the same thing! I've never understood that, lol. I never would have thought I would have taken a cat to get a lion cut, but it became necessary for this fur ball and she has been loving it!View attachment 94041
Enough spare floof after brushing for a whole 'nother cat! (Had to pull it away quick as he was gonna EAT it
Perfect, maybe next time you can make the tail fluff to stay only at the tip of tail, not that it matters for the well-being of the cat, but the effect would be super impressive!
And how can you say no to that?!
I can't!And how can you say no to that?!
Here's my girls, all willing me to give them treats
Mine looks like they could be siblings! And mine is a treat fiend!
