Fridge Is Such A Survivor!!!...

Nakee Bullen, a tattoo artist from Isanti, Minnesota, and her boyfriend were driving back from Los Angeles and stopped to camp near Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado as they visited several national parks along the way. But the trip took a devastating turn when Bullen woke up early one morning to discover both of her cats had escaped from the campsite. "I woke up at about 5:30 a.m., 6 o'clock in the morning and both of them were gone," Bullen told CBS Minnesota. One of the cats, Lewis, was found nearby, but 3-year-old Fridge was "nowhere to be seen,” Bullen said. Bullen spent hours searching for her feline friend, combing campsites within a seven-mile radius, but eventually faced what she described as the hardest decision of her life: ending the search and returning home to Minnesota without her pet. "I felt like I left a little piece of me there," Bullen said. "I was just crying because she wasn't here with me and all I wanted was my baby." Back home, Bullen refused to give up hope. She regularly checked Humane Society listings and monitored social media in case someone found Fridge. The search, however, was emotionally draining. "Every time I did it was the most heartbreaking thing, you'd see cats that look a lot like her but it wasn't her," Bullen recalled. Although park rangers told Bullen the chances of finding Fridge were extremely low, someone spotted the cat and, 40 days after she vanished, brought her to the Humane Society, where Bullen finally received the call she'd been waiting fo Bullen said she immediately made the 16-hour drive from Minnesota back to Colorado to bring her cat home. "She's a fighter. She's a certified baddie now," Bullen laughed. "It was the most amazing feeling. It was just absolute tears of joy." Despite spending more than a month on her own in the wilderness, Fridge is healthy and happy after the reunion, Bullen reported. “She's fine, she's healthy,” Bullen told CBS Minnesota. “She's a little underweight, you know, but spending 40 days in the wilderness in Colorado, I think, will do that to you." --- The Independent.

Please Take Stray Cats & Dogs You Find To Be Scanned For Microchips...

I was at the shelter yesterday when a lady and a man brought in two beautiful well-cared for cats. One was a long hair tortie and the other was a solid dark gray. they said they had found the cats hanging around their house in Marietta and that the cats seemed to be stray pets, not feral. The man and lady were looking to re-home them, but I wish I had reminded them that the cats may have been somebody's darling babies rather than abandoned strays. Folks, if you find cats or dogs who seem well-cared for please take them to have them scanned for a microchip. Many vet's offices will do this for you for free, and the "strays" you found may be united with their humans

FelV+ Cats Can Live As Long As Any Other Cat!!!...

A quiet feline named Frankie Beverly is looking for a home after spending most of her young life waiting. An Instagram video shared by @albyocwork and @puppykittynycity shows Frankie sitting inside a blue crate, with her eyes fixed on the person filming. The post says she used to be hopeful, but now stays in her crate because "hoping hurts too much." >>> ‘Saddest’ shelter cat once hopeful of getting adopted ‘has gone silent’ Frankie Beverly is one year old and has been at the shelter since she was a kitten. The video explained that she came from a colony and has been waiting while people pass by. The on-screen text says FeLV has made people walk past her, although she remains "perfectly loveable." In another frame, Frankie blinks slowly while sitting inside her crate, as the on-screen text says she was "a shadow to 8 million" people in the city. The Instagram caption calls her the "saddest cat" there, but said the saddest one is not always loud. It adds that Frankie has "gone silent." The post explains that she "just needs a home" and asks viewers to help someone notice her. Another on-screen message says, "No one posts her picture. No one shares her story. No one fights for her except for us. And we're losing." The final shot shows Frankie farther back in her crate while a person looks in from outside. The text says she needs someone to understand that her diagnosis was "not the end of her story," only "a different love story." Puppy Kitty NYCity's profile describes the group as an NYC animal rescue focused on rehabilitating street cats and ending overpopulation. Viewers have responded with well-wishes and support, with one writing, "I pray Frankie finds a loving home." Another said, "Sweet baby deserves a loving home just like every other cat."

Dexter...

Dexter's bio says he's a "F6 SBT Savannah Cat," which means he's a sixth-generation hybrid feline as defined by Stud Book Tradition (which deems these cats as purebred). There are six generations bred from a wild African Serval, with three generations as Savannah to Savannah to ensure they have the affectionate, docile temperament like other domestic cats. As big as Dexter is, these kitties can grow to be 25 pounds or more, like their wild counterparts! It's really cool that they keep the tradition of spotted or striped fur like their Serval ancestors! Though an F6 is legal in most states, that's not always the case, and with the F1 or F2, they're a lot closer to an actual Serval and less likely to be as domestic as a cutie like Dexter. Whatever he's titled as, he's one handsome mini tiger!

Dragonette...

***This gorgeous young momcat has the type of fur that Dragon had... Dragon was the most beautiful tabby I ever saw... ❤

The Oldest Living Cat Flossie Is 31!!!...

In a perfect world, pets would live forever because they deserve to. The lucky ones make it far beyond what their typical lifespan should be, but you'd never imagine them living multiple decades. That's exactly what a stunning Tortoiseshell cat named Flossie's done as the world's oldest-living cat—and she doesn't look a day over 15! If you can peel your eyes off her gorgeous golden fur that deserves a spot in an art gallery, you'll see Flossie is just the sweetest little lady who never takes each day for granted. In December 2025, Flossie celebrated her 30th birthday, which means this '90s baby (est. 1995) has lived through more world events than my human teens! According to The Express Tribune, the British Tortie started her life in a feral cat colony in England before a hospital worker rescued her. She lived with several families throughout the years and eventually landed with the UK animal welfare charity, Cats Protection. Guinness World Records verified the cute kitty's ripe old age of 26 and 316 days back in 2022, which was estimated to be the human equivalent of 120 years! The same year, her current mom, Victoria Green, adopted Flossie, who was found to be deaf with limited eyesight. “I knew from the start that Flossie was a special cat, but I didn’t imagine I’d share my home with a world-record holder,” Green told The New York Post. “I’ve always wanted to give older cats a comfortable later life. I’m immensely proud that Cats Protection matched me with such an amazing cat.” >>> Secrets to a Cat's Longevity, According to Flossie... Even with age-related conditions, the beautiful Tortoiseshell senior is otherwise in excellent health. Some things that might contribute to Flossie's longevity include a solid routine, which includes meals at the same time each day (she wakes early for breakfast), easygoing playtime, and a few more extended naps than she might've needed as a young girly. PetMD suggests regular vet check-ups, keeping your kitty indoors, and watching their weight as basic ways to keep cats healthy for as long as possible. Also, make sure they get enough mental stimulation to keep their minds young and fresh! Flossie's mom touted the precious kitty as "affectionate and playful" as if she were no older than a kitten, so her routines, naps, playtime, and meals are woking for her. Here's to another 30 years for Flossie and at least three decades for the rest of our furry felines! --- Parade Pets.

Canopy Cat Rescue... ;D

Bless these guys!!! >>>

Cats (and all animals) are kindred souls...

What a valiant cat!!!...

July 10th Is National Kitten Day!!!...

National Kitten Day is celebrated every year on July 10 to honor these small, curious creatures while raising awareness about the many kittens waiting in shelters for safe and loving homes. Created by animal-welfare advocate Colleen Paige, the day encourages responsible adoption, fostering, donations, and proper care. It is especially meaningful during kitten season, when animal shelters often receive a large increase in abandoned or vulnerable kittens. Kittens may appear delicate, but they have long been associated with independence, mystery, intuition, and the supernatural. Black cats and shadowy felines became familiar figures in Gothic literature, folklore, witchcraft legends, and Victorian art. Even Edgar Allan Poe shared his home with a beloved tortoiseshell cat named Catterina, proving that behind one of literature’s darkest imaginations was a devoted feline companion.

You Are NOT Alone...

Grief and support for loss of a beloved pet · Dustii Miller · July 6 at 8:57 PM >>> · All my life when I have grieved the death of a pet, l was told I am overreacting. When I was a kid being told this, It broke my heart. I had no one to console me during a time of sorrow. And today my own effing husband repeated these words to me. As I lay here sobbing over a cat I just had put to sleep earlier today. I watched her head slump down as the medication took effect. Im not even allowed 24 hours to grieve kuz that just means supper isn't being made and his video game is interrupted. He did offer that we get take out. Not that I am even hungry in the slightest… but we have 3 kids to feed too. And hearing him tell me I’m overreacting, just like everyone else, has effed me up even more and now I’m cooking supper while sobbing because I feel like I’m obligated too now. I feel regret. Shame. Guilt. And so much sadness. This is the first time I’ve had to make the decision of euthanasia. And being apart of it, making sure she wasn’t alone has really fucked me up watching her pass away and I keep having images projected into my mind of all the ways I could have helped her mixed in with images, flashbacks of my time with her. The only person I want to talk to about it thinks I’m sad for no reason. And that breaks my effing heart even more knowing I am alone in this.

Earning Trust...

Four days after Four days after bringing our black cat home from the shelter, the frightened little soul everyone believed might never trust again quietly rested his head in my husband's lap for the very first time. It lasted less than a minute. But for us, it felt like watching an entire lifetime of fear begin to melt away. Because for four days, Shadow had treated every human movement as something to escape. Every footstep. Every raised hand. Every unexpected sound. The shelter staff had prepared us before we ever met him. Shadow was believed to be about four years old. He was a sleek black cat with bright golden eyes, silky midnight fur, and a tiny scar across his nose that hinted at a difficult past. He had been rescued wandering behind an abandoned warehouse after surviving alone for weeks. No one knew exactly what he'd been through. Only that someone had broken his trust. He had already been adopted twice. Both families returned him. "He isn't aggressive," the shelter coordinator said softly. "He's terrified." She glanced toward my husband. "And most of that fear seems connected to men." My husband simply nodded. "Then we'll let him decide when he's ready." For days, Shadow hid behind the old recliner, watching every movement in silence. He ignored the cozy cat bed, the toys, and even the sunny window perch we had prepared just for him. Every evening after work, my husband quietly sat on the living room floor with a book. Sometimes he read. Sometimes he simply sat. Sometimes he spoke softly about his day. Never asking Shadow to come closer. Never reaching. Never rushing. Just offering calm. On the fourth afternoon, a loud knock at the door startled Shadow, sending him hiding beneath the dining table. After answering the door, my husband returned, sat several feet away, and quietly opened his book again. "I'm sorry that scared you, buddy," he whispered. Then... nothing. No pressure. No expectations. Nearly an hour passed. Slowly, Shadow stepped out. One careful paw. Then another. He sniffed my husband's shoe. His jeans. Waited. Nothing frightening happened. Finally... Our little black cat gently rested his head across my husband's knee. My husband waited before softly scratching beneath his chin. Shadow's eyes slowly closed. His body relaxed. His tail gave one gentle flick... Then another. I couldn't stop the tears. "I think he's starting to believe us," my husband smiled. From that day forward, Shadow's world slowly grew bigger. He discovered toys. He learned that every meal arrived with love. He greeted us every morning instead of hiding. Months later, he still disliked loud noises and unfamiliar visitors. Healing wasn't instant. But every evening, our black cat curled beside my husband on the couch with his head resting peacefully across his lap—the very place he had once been too frightened to approach. We gave Shadow good food. A warm bed. New toys. A safe home. But none of those things taught him how to trust. What changed his life was something much simpler. One patient man who never asked a frightened black cat to heal on anyone else's timeline. Sometimes the deepest wounds don't need fixing. They simply need someone willing to sit quietly nearby... Until fear slowly becomes trust. It lasted less than a minute. But for us, it felt like watching an entire lifetime of fear begin to melt away. Because for four days, Shadow had treated every human movement as something to escape. Every footstep. Every raised hand. Every unexpected sound. The shelter staff had prepared us before we ever met him. Shadow was believed to be about four years old. He was a sleek black cat with bright golden eyes, silky midnight fur, and a tiny scar across his nose that hinted at a difficult past. He had been rescued wandering behind an abandoned warehouse after surviving alone for weeks. No one knew exactly what he'd been through. Only that someone had broken his trust. He had already been adopted twice. Both families returned him. "He isn't aggressive," the shelter coordinator said softly. "He's terrified." She glanced toward my husband. "And most of that fear seems connected to men." My husband simply nodded. "Then we'll let him decide when he's ready." For days, Shadow hid behind the old recliner, watching every movement in silence. He ignored the cozy cat bed, the toys, and even the sunny window perch we had prepared just for him. Every evening after work, my husband quietly sat on the living room floor with a book. Sometimes he read. Sometimes he simply sat. Sometimes he spoke softly about his day. Never asking Shadow to come closer. Never reaching. Never rushing. Just offering calm. On the fourth afternoon, a loud knock at the door startled Shadow, sending him hiding beneath the dining table. After answering the door, my husband returned, sat several feet away, and quietly opened his book again. "I'm sorry that scared you, buddy," he whispered. Then... nothing. No pressure. No expectations. Nearly an hour passed. Slowly, Shadow stepped out. One careful paw. Then another. He sniffed my husband's shoe. His jeans. Waited. Nothing frightening happened. Finally... Our little black cat gently rested his head across my husband's knee. My husband waited before softly scratching beneath his chin. Shadow's eyes slowly closed. His body relaxed. His tail gave one gentle flick... Then another. I couldn't stop the tears. "I think he's starting to believe us," my husband smiled. From that day forward, Shadow's world slowly grew bigger. He discovered toys. He learned that every meal arrived with love. He greeted us every morning instead of hiding. Months later, he still disliked loud noises and unfamiliar visitors. Healing wasn't instant. But every evening, our black cat curled beside my husband on the couch with his head resting peacefully across his lap—the very place he had once been too frightened to approach. We gave Shadow good food. A warm bed. New toys. A safe home. But none of those things taught him how to trust. What changed his life was something much simpler. One patient man who never asked a frightened black cat to heal on anyone else's timeline. Sometimes the deepest wounds don't need fixing. They simply need someone willing to sit quietly nearby... Until fear slowly becomes trust. to rest. --- Black Cat Unity.

Sweet Black Cat Sweetly Picks His Home...

Stray dogs and cats have to fend for themselves for their daily needs. Food and shelter are often in short supply, but sometimes the kindness of strangers helps these animals survive. In some cases, these fur babies even find their forever families. This black cat was getting daily feedings from a home and started feeling so comfortable there that he invited himself in to stay.

The TikTok from @zoewitholi featured the black kitty relaxing quite comfortably on a bed with his head nestled against a pillow. The furry feline looked like he owned the place and was enjoying his daily lie-down in his house rather than a cat who made the most of an open door. "Accidentally left my front door open and came back to see the stray cat I feed every day sleeping on my bed," the onscreen text explained. The sweet cat was in no hurry to get up or cut his chill time short. He was completely at peace and obviously felt safe and welcome. Followers immediately noted that the cat was there to stay. "I don't know why you’re calling this kitty a stray? It’s obviously your baby," someone pointed out. "He’s yours now — sorry, I don’t make the rules," one remarked. "Your stray is now a stay," a follower posted. "He picked you — black cats are the best," another commented. >>> How Stray Cats Bond With People... Stray cats form attachments with people when certain factors are present, such as: Early Experiences: A stray kitten who is socialized at a young age is more likely to bond with humans than an adult stray cat. Consistency: Daily feeding or providing other needs like shelter from extreme weather, blankets, toys, etc., creates a routine that stray cats come to trust. Positive Interactions: Gentle petting and attention can attract a stray cat who has a social personality. >>> Signs of a stray cat developing an attachment to a human include frequent visits, soft purring or meowing, getting physically close like rubbing up against you or sleeping nearby, and having a calm demeanor in your presence. It's hard to tell who picked who first, but it's clear that this black cat is no longer a stray. --- Parade Pets.

Nanette is SO adorable!!! >>>

How A Smart Cat Saved His Person...

An elderly man fell from his wheelchair and lay helpless on the living room floor. With no phone nearby, his situation was quickly turning critical. Suddenly, his quiet house cat stepped up to the landline phone and pressed the emergency button. It sounds impossible, but the true rescue details are astonishing. Tommy had seen his human use the landline phone many times. He simply pressed the button for emergency help. The dispatcher heard high frantic meows. Paramedics said that without Tommy's help the man would likely have died. Tommy received awards for his quick action and heroism.

Little Black Beauty... ;)