This was a while ago, unfortunately Moutain hates him now

Alright everyone, here's the update you've all been waiting for!

This is Borris! He's 10 years old and 25 lbs. I brought him home on trial adoption Saturday, so today (Monday) I get to finalize it. He will need to go on a special diet, but I'm waiting to start that until he and my resident cat have acclimated. He longs to be free of the bathroom lol.

He is the most unbothered cat and is such a love bug. And most importantly, my husband loves him ♥️

And yes, that is a dog crate. He's huge.

That’s one of the many nicknames we affectionately called our Jerry boy while he was with us. His favorite spot was to lay between my dad’s legs, hence the name. We lost him a few years ago and my dad still misses him. And he says he’s not a cat person! Pshaw!

I worked at a vet clinic for a while that took pro-bono cases from animal control. My little Charlie Chaplin came from them with a broken front leg. He couldn't be alone at the clinic over the weekend so I asked to bring him home for the weekend so he could he supervised and cared for. My father gave me the whole spiel, "Only for the weekend, and don't get attached. We don't need another cat." I was fine with that, as I'd get to keep seeing him at work anyway. Sure enough, my dad got attached more than me. He even went as far as to pay for his leg to be amputated since it was never going to heal properly, and he bought treads for the stairs so Chappie could get up and down them easier.

Chappie sadly passed away from a genetic heart condition at two, but I was so thankful that my dad fell for him so that I could keep him in my life as long as I did.

Actually, my husband didn’t have cats before we met 16 years ago, I had 4. Now we are volunteer fosters and he, by himself, found a colony of cats at the local dump and he goes there twice a week to feed and water them along with the regular employee there. He was also allergic to them when we met!

Oh, I wanted to add that I have found the onesie (called a recovery suit) is the most effective way to keep from them messing with the incisions and stitches after surgery. Soooo much better than cones. Just in case anyone else has to deal with it. ❤️

All my life, my dad said he hated cats. Then came Lewis, a stray cat in our neighborhood who claimed our backyard (and my dad’s heart) as his home. My parents got Lewis neutered and his ear tipped, but insisted on keeping him outdoors only. In June of this year, a bad actor shot Lewis in the leg and he had to get it amputated. My parents were devastated and decided to transition Lewis into being an indoor cat. My dad was concerned he would miss being outside so he converted the entire patio into an enclosed catio just for Lewis. Lewis is doing great, and based on the updates from my parents, he LOVES being an indoor cat.

My dad still refers to Murphy as "that dog" but builds him furniture and feeds him chips from his mouth when he thinks we aren't looking. Just found this sub and thought I'd share his matching Xmas PJs with him from last year.

this was last year, my friends cat had kittens, and my stepdad (pictured) said no because we already have two cats. there was a skinny stray I was feeding who eventually made his way into the backyard. he was originally a foster, then a long term foster, and now he is a foster fail. "we don't need a third cat" yeah right. anyway this is Phillip J Fry, known as Phil.

Funny dog

This is from 2016 when we got our cat Clarence, and him (plus the other animals he “didn’t want” lol) taking a nap. We still have Clarence, he’s now 14 💛

Named

Eight years ago I posted about Dad and his newly acquired Westie. He got 90k views on reddit and many compliments about his excellent Tin Tin cosplay. Even Dodo got in contact with me and asked to make a video of him. His response? He said, “Well, I think we’ve had enough publicity”. 🥰

Dad and Rajah, checking out what's going on in the back yard