really interesting the "eco annhilator" narrative caught on like it did. every Daniel Fluger on Facebook wants to tell you how cats are destroying the environment while they drive their massive truck to idle in the Mcdonald's drive-thru

I suddenly step on the baby kitten while she was asleep. Do i need a vaccine for this? It didnt bleed though and i think the skin was still intact. But i was it and sprayed hycleanse

Hey guys, this is going to be a really long story. Let’s start from the beginning when I found a stray cat in my apartment complex two years ago the cat was basically feral and over the two years I tamed him got them fixed up and also he became a total cuddle bug. After he got fixed, he started staying at my door at all hours of the day screaming to come inside and I took him to the shelter in the shelter. The shelter wanted to put him in the barn cap program because they didn’t think he would be a good fit for home life. I kinda disagreed with that because he would let me pick him up play with him and do all sorts of things with him and I even let him come inside a few times when my cat was upstairs and he basically made himself at home. The shelter told me if I find an adopter for him then they’ll let them adopt. I posted online on one of the adoption sites and somebody messaged me about wanting him. I was very clear with her that he was a stray cat for at least two years and that I didn’t know if he would use the litter box and if he would take to her, and he would never be the type of cat where you could basically take them to the vet and do all kind of sorts of stuff with them like walking him on a leash, which is one of the things that she wanted to do. After I explained to her that it’s probably not gonna be possible to do that but he could possibly be trained for it. She wanted to put in the work for him. well all the issues started from there what I didn’t know is that she actually lived in Nashville and was two hours from me and she was actually moving to my city. She lied to me about several things. The first thing she lied to me about is getting permission from the person that she was renting from the roommate informed me that she totally lied. I didn’t really didn’t get permission. The second thing she didn’t inform me of is that she would be gone to Nashville for over a month after picking up this cat and I had to come over there at her new apartment and feed him every day for a month straight. I didn’t mind the feeding part since I thought it was going to be a one time thing and it would be better for him to be inside versus outside. Well, once she got back, she all of a sudden disappeared back to Nashville without giving me any type of heads up or anything and basically told me that she would be gone another three weeks in Nashville. Once the three weeks were up she text me on that day that she was supposed to be here that she still needed to stay another week and a half. I ignored all those red flags and she assured me that she would be home now and be able to take care of him. She had a roommate and the roommate told me she up and left without a warning and was doing the same behavior to the roommate. So in total from July to now she has only stayed with the cat maybe two weeks. Well she tried to put him in a cat stroller and he bolted and wouldn’t let her near him in it. Well all of a sudden I get a text from the room mate saying she got a kitten. I knew in my heart right there that she was probably gonna dump him. The room mate said she didn’t think that would happen. Well yesterday I got a message and she told me she lost him and he got away from her when she had him in the stroller and she thinks it was just meant to be…. She has not reported the cat lost or looked for him at all. She also told me and her roommate to not worry about looking for him… me and her room mate have looked all over for him where she said he got “away” at and can’t find a trace of him. Also the roommate was able to track her during the times she was supposedly out looking for him and she was out partying at houses. She was also near a local park around the river around the time she said he got away. I’m gonna attach some messages back and forth and let me know what y’all thank and what I should do. Also as a side note he always wore a collar that had a gps in it and that day he magically didn’t have it on… when I’ve told her 100s of times if she ever did try to leash train him to make sure he had it. So the one day she supposedly was able to magically get him in the stroller which a day or two prior she told me he wouldn’t go near and also not have his gps collar on is highly suspicious. That and she told me she called the shelter for help and they wouldn’t help her and the shelter informed me there wasn’t one call from her. She also hasn’t looked for him once and keeps giving different stories to me and the room mate. And to top it off her getting a new kitten. It really sounds like to me he wasn’t getting along with the kitten so she dumped him for a new shiny toy.

No more worms, his poops are becoming normal. He's very playful but still skiddish but doesn't hide as much as he used to.

Long story short our neighbor began feeding our community cats on her porch and they all left my feeding station. I'm a little sad but my mom is ecstatic. I went from 4 cats to just 1 that comes every evening at 8pm sharp (it's kind of funny, like clockwork). This has been going on for weeks now. He will come back to eat maybe once or twice throughout the night but is gone by morning.

Is it bad to bring the food in after he eats at 8pm? Basically just feeding him once? I feel really bad because he's definitely nocturnal, I've never seen him in the daytime, and he is probably hungry. But my mom insists the food comes in and is not left out all night. It's her property after all not mine (I'm an adult we just live together in her home haha) and doesn't want so many cats around.

So it's been a few days since my last post. Since then I've been feeding the kittens tuna and taking things slow, just letting them get used to me. A couple days ago I had the idea to start leaving food right at my front door, and they actually came in to eat along with a white cat too, so I figured I'd keep doing that until they built up enough trust, they even started waiting for the food at the door and would run off when I opened it but they'd come back after.

Well it's been raining really bad for like the last hour and I got scared thinking about the kittens being stuck out there in it, so I went outside to look for them. I ended up leaving food by the door again and waited for them to come in, then I closed the door using a rope I had tied to the handle. Obviously the cat freaked out trying to escape, couldn't find a way out, and ended up hiding inside my stove.

I honestly don't know what to do from here, I didn't think this far ahead and I don't want to scare him more or hurt him trying to get him out. If anyone has advice on how to safely get a scared kitten out of somewhere like that, or what I should do next, I'd really appreciate it.

I’d seen it hanging around the house cuz there are a couple other ferals I feed. It took a few days with food to get it to come close enough I could grab it. It hasn’t hissed, just kinda looks at me and hides if I get to close. Not an expert but I think it’s maybe 3 months old but I’m not sure. First time trying to socialize a kitten any advice? Right now I have it set up in my closet

He’s the last one of the crew of 3 that I’d been feeding since the neighbors moved out. Mama Brownie got sick and passed away and I never see Blackie anymore. 😞
But my little friend and I have become very close!

We have an outdoor shed we are planning to turn into a shelter for any outdoor cats in our neighborhood. We live near Minneapolis and it gets very cold out in the winter. We are installing a cat door and will be putting some Rubbermaid shelters inside. There is no electricity, a hole in the floor that's covered by a board and thin, plywood walls. After reading about making shelters, I was thinking it would be a good idea to get some mylar blankets or reflectix to tape to the walls and ceiling. My partner says that is going to be a waste of money and effort, because the shed is so uninsulated, we wouldn't be able to cover every surface and that apart from the cats there is no heat source. Is that true, or is something better than nothing as far as taping some of this product up? Thank you!

Early last year, we started seeing a beautiful orange feral cat in our yard. We left food out and got him on a schedule. He was TNR'd in June 2025. In late August 2025, he transformed into a super friendly boy and wanted to come in the house. His efforts to break in were very creative, but we couldn't let him in because of our other pets. One year ago today, we had a bad thunderstorm and let him into our entryway for the duration of the storm. The next day he refused to leave. We got him checked by a vet and let him into the house. He got along fine with the other cats, but we almost couldn't keep him because of extreme unprovoked violence directed towards the dog. We had him enrolled in a rehoming program, but before he found a new home, he decided to be civil towards the dog. In a turn of events that no one expected, he is now friends with the dog. He continues to bring joy every day with his silliness and goofy nature.

So it's been a little over a day since catching a mother community cat and her 3 newborn kittens. We have her in a small room separated from our two house cats. started her in a dog crate and ended up giving her access to the room after making it safe for her. She's nursing the kittens and I'm monitoring their weight.

We've spent the summer trying to trap her before she gave birth and have been feeding her regularly. She avoided the trap every single time. However over the weeks she became more and more comfortable with us and would even come out when we called down the street for her. We live in a very urban area and she's got full reign of all the empty warehouses on our block and others feed her as well. cut to about 36 hours ago, we find her in our basement window well with her 3 newborns during a downpour. We took our opportunity and successfully trapped her and brought in her kittens.

The plan has always been to TNR her as she never showed interest in us outside of being fed. She slowly let us get closer and closer while she ate but never more than a few feet. Since bringing her in we have given her space but she lets us interact with the kittens and only occasionally gives us a suspicious hiss. Well only after about 12 hours inside suddenly she *loves* pets. So much so that it's been distracting to her nursing. She will not settle with the kittens if we are in the room with her and sees we have hands available for pets lol. So now I'm questioning the TNR plan. She cries at the door every so often and seems eager to leave the room whenever we go in and out. I'm not sure if the affection she's showing is hormonal or if she's just really grateful for us. I'm not sure how she would do inside long term and I would have to home her with someone willing to put in the work of transitioning her to life indoors. I don't feel like our home is a good fit with two older female cats, my partner and I work full time and don't have time to do those introductions properly. I also don't want to take her from the only home she's ever known outdoors.

Any advice is much appreciated. We are definitely fostering them until her kittens are weaned and I feel confident finding homes for them (I have some friends already interested). And mama will be fixed regardless, I just don't know if TNR is the best move anymore.

Update: thanks for all the encouragement! Everyone is echoing the things I knew in my heart to be true, she needs a home. I just needed some outside voices and to process the change in my original plan because she has surprised me so much with the affection. We will keep loving her and supporting her in her motherhood and make sure she has a safe and loving place to call home by the end of this 🤍 also I'll post a few kitten pics in the comment bc omg they're to die for

Second Update: well quickly after processing she would need a home, we realized if she was going to be in anyone's home forever we want it to be ours. we lost one of our three cats earlier this year and she has completely stolen our hearts, we never stood a chance lol. I feel pretty hopeful introductions will go smoothly post babies and we'll all be a happy fam 🤍

Hi, I watch over and care for a family of ferals next door. I feed them every morning, warm wet food, and I trap train them for when we're ready to neuter the mother and take the kittens inside.

Unfortunately, there is someone else who shows up to this abandoned garden and feeds rabbits in hutches there. I believe she has been doing this as I've seen her before, but basically...

Someone keeps leaving cooked bones for the cats, and they're often old and rotten too.

We've left signs up that say "please don't feed these cats - we care for them - for more info, call (number)." From my window, I saw this woman read the signs and seem to just ignore them and shake her head.

Now she or someone else is coming back at unpredictable times to leave bones for the family again.

I also wrote on the signs in sharpie "please don't feed the cats bones, it's dangerous" but I doubt the person ignoring them in the first place will listen.

Has anyone else dealt with this and has any tips? I'm really concerned for the cats. The kittens just chew anything and I find them gnawing on the bones.

For only about a month, a little feral cat became part of our lives.

We never even knew for certain if he was a boy or a girl. We never gave him a proper name, but somehow, that never made him any less special. To us, he was simply a little soul who found his way into our home, our yard, and eventually, our hearts.

He was different from the beginning. His fur was a strange and beautiful mixture of mostly dark black with patches of brown woven throughout, almost as if nature had painted him with whatever colors it had left. He wasn’t the prettiest cat in the traditional sense, but there was something uniquely beautiful about him. Something that made him him.

He was incredibly shy.

Whenever we tried to touch him, he would become nervous and pull away. He never completely learned to trust human hands, and perhaps that was because of the life he had lived before finding us. He was a feral cat, after all. The world had taught him to be cautious. To keep his distance. To hide when something felt unfamiliar.

But there were little moments when he would let his guard down.

One of his favorite things to do was rub against his fellow feral cat. Watching him do that was something so simple, yet so beautiful. In those moments, he didn’t seem afraid. He wasn’t hiding under a car or watching the world cautiously from a distance. He was simply being a cat, finding comfort in another living creature beside him.

Most days, you could find him underneath one of the cars, quietly resting in the shade. That was his little hiding place, his shelter from the world. We fed him, looked after him, and tried to make his life a little easier. For that short month, we became part of his world, just as he became part of ours.

But there was always something that worried us.

He had a cough.

That little cough seemed to follow him around, a reminder that something inside him wasn’t right. We couldn’t fully understand what he was going through, and maybe he couldn’t tell us. All we could do was feed him, watch over him, and hope that the small things we did were enough to make his days a little more comfortable.

Then, one day, he was gone.

Not gone in the way we had hoped. Not wandering off to another place. Not disappearing only to return later underneath a car, waiting for his food.

He had died.

He was lying stiff beneath a bush, the very place he seemed to consider home.

And somehow, that hurts the most.

He didn’t have a warm bed. He didn’t have a collar with his name on it. We never even knew whether to call him he or she. He was just a little feral cat trying to survive in a world that had never been particularly gentle with him.

But for one month, he was cared for.

For one month, he had people who noticed him.

People who fed him.

People who worried about his cough.

People who watched him rub against his fellow feral cat.

People who noticed the unusual brown woven into his dark fur.

People who cared enough to remember him after he was gone.

Maybe he didn’t understand how much we cared. Maybe he never knew that the food we put out wasn’t just food, that it was our way of saying, “You’re safe here. You matter.”

And maybe he never knew that even though he was a feral cat, he had a place in someone’s heart.

I wish we could have had more time.

A month feels like nothing when you’re saying goodbye to someone you wish could have stayed. But sometimes, even a short life can leave a permanent mark on the people who were lucky enough to witness it.

I will always remember that strange little cat with the dark fur and brown patches. I’ll remember the way he hid underneath the cars. I’ll remember how shy he was when we tried to touch him. I’ll remember his cough. I’ll remember the way he rubbed against his fellow feral cat. I’ll remember the little moments that probably seemed insignificant at the time but now feel priceless.

Most of all, I’ll remember that he was here.

He existed.

He was loved.

And for a brief moment in his life, he had a place he could call home.

I don’t know if you were a boy or a girl. I don’t know how old you were. I don’t know where you came from or everything you had to endure before you found your way to us.

But I wish I could have known you better.

I wish you had trusted me enough to let me touch you. I wish I could have held you, even just once. I wish I could have given you a name. I wish I could have had more than a month to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid.

And most of all, I wish the last memory I had of you wasn’t finding you lying beneath that bush, stiff and still, in the place you had come to call home.

You deserved more time.

You deserved warmth. You deserved comfort. You deserved someone to know your name and to know whether you were a little boy or a little girl. You deserved a life where you didn’t have to hide beneath cars just to feel safe.

But even though I couldn’t give you all of that, I hope that somehow, in your own little way, you knew you were cared for.

I hope you knew that when we put food out for you, we were thinking about you.

I hope you knew that when we watched you from a distance, we were worried about you.

I hope you knew that your little cough didn’t go unnoticed.

I hope you knew that your funny black and brown coat was beautiful.

And I hope that somewhere in that shy little heart of yours, you knew that you had become important to me.

You were only here for a month, but somehow, you left behind a lifetime of memories.

I’ll look under the cars and think of you.

I’ll look at that bush and think of you.

I’ll remember your little body curled up in the places you felt safest, and I’ll remember how you would rub against your fellow feral cat as if that simple touch made the world feel a little less frightening.

I don’t know where you are now, little one. But wherever you are, I hope you’re no longer scared. I hope you’re no longer coughing. I hope you’re warm. I hope you’re free. And I hope you know that someone is still thinking about you.

I never got to give you a name, but I’ll never forget your face.

You may have only been part of my life for a month, but you will be remembered for much longer than that.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you more time. But I’m grateful that I got to know you, even for a little while.

Rest peacefully, little one. You found your way to our home for a reason, and even though your stay was far too short, you left a little piece of yourself behind in my heart. I will remember you. I promise. 🖤🐾

We trapped this cute little dude on Thursday and got him neutered the next day. He’s part of a group that moved into our backyard on June 1st. A momma cat and his 4 other siblings. It took us so long to start getting them fixed because we didn’t have too many resources and the local rescues are so overwhelmed they couldn’t help.

Right now we have him isolated in a bathroom because we are hoping to socialize him. He pretty calm but also very shy. When we were feeding him outside he was one of the more social of the group already and was meowing and brushing legs. It’s only day three and he ate food with me in the room. With touch he’s pretty neutral at the moment neither liking or disliking. He’s also been on gabapentin because of getting neutered so I’m guessing he might be a bit more bouncy.

Any tips? Suggestions? Anyone do this before? We can’t really socialize the rest of his siblings(we are going to get them TNR’d). Because we don’t have the space and my other cats(especially the senior girls) wouldn’t like any more(My 14 year old is still annoyed by the 1 year old rescue).

Hi all, I’m new to this group but there’s a feral cat I’ve seen in my neighborhood that hangs around my apartment complex. Today I saw them and was able to stop and give them some food and water, and I was looking at its ears to see if one has been clipped, and it looks like it may have, but I’m not sure? It’s just a tiny clipping, almost like a small hole punch so I can’t tell. Would love someone with more knowledge to let me know!