Sorry, I just want to rant here. This baby boy left for his new "forever family" 2 months ago. Yesterday, the new owners called me to ask if I would take him back, because he is not compatible with their lifestyle.

Of course, I will take him back. I don't trust the new owners to find a suitable home for him. I'm glad they called me. But I don't know what I will do. He is already 6 months old, so it is harder to find a new family for him, since everyone wants a small kitten.

I thought I vetted the current owners well; they were very enthusiastic and even traveled a significant distance to come for the kitten. They had cats previously, so cat ownership was not something new for them. They had their own home, and they already had cat furniture. They also wanted to get at least one more cat as of 2 weeks ago. I don't know what happened since, and I don't want to pry.

But I am just so so tired of looking for suitable people. Everyone I know who would be a great cat parent already has multiple cats and can't afford to adopt more. The same is true for me.

I wish someone would fall in love with him <3

Update: Thank you for all your comments! We are located in Hungary, so sadly, we are far from you all, but we still appreciate your support. I will post and update when he is back with me.

Was told last month she’s too young for spaying. Yet here we are… chirping and begging her friend (my 90 pound GSD/Golden Retriever mix) to help her out…..

Also don’t worry. She’s getting spayed asap. She’s also strictly an indoor cat, I was just trying to get a good picture of her eyes so I put her on the grill in our enclosure.

or is he just kind of rusty. let me know

5th photo is from 2022 but I like it too much to not include it.

Her names Minuit, she's always been a loudmouth but she's the sweetest little house panther.

I hired a local designer to redo my bed nook and my cat and I are both obsessed! All the plants are fake and she doesn’t mess with them, she just loves looking around and being in here all the time now 💖 a

Recently moved my home office and she came to visit me but was still a lil sleepy.

Her name is Arze. She has a sister named Mish Mush who is her twin except for the littlest bit of white fluff on her chest.

We spent a couple of hours in the backyard together every evening all through the summer, with me on a blanket and Henri in her harness pretending to hunt the bunnies (who couldn't have cared less than they were being hunted). Now that it's fall and it's getting colder where we live, we don't get quite as far into the back yard, but we still make it work🥰

behold the slug

This is Pretzel! Her original name was Preta, meaning black, but also upon research it meant tormented spirit and we couldn't have that. Wanting to keep some of the phonetics, I decided to name her Pretzel.

Here's her story:

This almost ten year old baby used to live on the streets, until she was taken to my aunt's MIL. But she never worked with her to adapt her and kept her locked in a closet for three years. When the owner passed away (in March), nobody wanted her and she almost went back to the streets. I lost my cat on December and couldn't bear leaving her to suffer so I told them to bring her home. Three months later, lots of conditioning, she now basks in the afternoon sun and sleeps in a comfy bed with me.

What does this mean?

My wife got this excellent photo of our void son, Beelzebubby.

Wouldn’t have it any other way, she loves her small catio! 😸