Both my boyfriend and I were at work last Saturday. We live with two other roommates who were both home at the time. One of our roommates decided to leave their sewing kit on the ground, open...while she went to take a nap. Our baby girl who just reached a year old got into it, and ended up swallowing a piece of string. Fast forward to Monday, she had stopped eating, drinking, and wanted to do nothing but hide. She began to vomit and started to become severely lethargic. We took her to the vet and explained what happened. My boyfriend pointed out that it seemed like something was stuck in her mouth since she kept doing weird things with her tongue. The vet took x-rays and they tried to look in her mouth but Tigger wasn't a fan so they gave up. They said there was nothing on the x-rays, but yet they refused to show the x-rays to us. They sent us home saying it was just a tummy bug. Thursday arrived and she got even worse. We took her back to the vet, where they did another x-ray. they saw the string from the x-rays and found out the string attached to her tongue, which was causing all of the issues of not being able to eat or drink. They kept her for the night into Friday. They gave her fluids and were able to cut the string after sedating her. They called us in yesterday to come see her and talk about surgery, since she wasn't able to pass the string herself. We agreed which leads us to now. We got everything ready for her. We were so excited to see her again after the sedation wore off. But instead we got a phone call...telling us that we needed to get to the vet as soon as possible, she was dying. We rushed over as quickly as possible, but we arrived too late...both my boyfriend and I held her, crying and petting her...needless to saywe arent returning to that vet (we found out that the first round of X-rays did show the string but they chose to ignore it and not let us see.) And we both are looking for new housing arrangements. We miss you baby girl. I'm so so sorry..so sorry. R.I.P Tigger 🕊

Wife and I usually have to tag team the claw trimming. She holds while I cut. Today I decided to see if she’d let me do it myself. She clearly thought murderous things the whole time, but didn’t really fuss at all. Am pleasantly surprised!

(And of course she got treats after)

I think he hates me

+++VET APPT IN 3 HOURS+++

my 6month old, male, cat has had odd breathing sounds here and there for the past 2 months, we been at the vet several times and he always got antibiotics as treatment.

Now this has happened. He was laying on his back and then suddenly turned around and had this cough attack?! Then after a total of a minute it stopped and two minutes later he had another one for a minute.

Has anyone ever had this happen??

We have an appointment in 3 hours, including xrays.

I (20, female) used to go to my grandparents house every single weekend between the ages of 6-14. I’d go over on Friday after school and come home Sunday evening so my mum could work weekends. So I spent a lot of time there, and it’s honestly my happiest memories from childhood.

When I was around 8, my grandparents neighbour passed away and some new neighbours moved in. They had a lot of pets, including 5 dogs, 4 cats, 2 rabbits and fish. They weren’t the best pet owners and the cats would just roam around outside and often went hungry. My grandparents started secretly leaving food out for them, which slowly developed into them feeding them twice daily.

As I spent so much time at my grandparents, and I was a child so I spent most days in the garden playing, I quickly developed a bond with these cats: Peggy, a black and white longhaired cat who was naturally SUPER friendly. Carly, a light-ginger who was super shy and always ran away from everyone. Mitzi, a beautiful tortishell who was the same as Carly in the beginning but eventually warmed up to us. And Junior, a beautiful ginger and white boy who was immediately my favourite.

Me and Junior became Best Friends. I wish I had more memories with him, but I was only 8/9 so unfortunately I only have one clear memory. My grandparents owned a small trampoline for the grandchildren, and I so clearly remember sitting on the trampoline with Junior, chatting to him, and jumping on it while he sat and watched. While I don’t remember any other specifics, I remember Junior used to follow me EVERYWHERE. I would play in the garden all day and Junior would stay with me all the time. He always watched me, played with me, followed me when I was on my scooter. He genuinely adored me as much as I adored him. He felt like my cat. And everyone knew he was mine.

Unfortunately, just a year or so after this, Junior was struggling to eat and I remember my grandparents telling me they had to put him to sleep. Still to this day, I don’t know exactly what happened to him. I assume he had mouth cancer or something similar - It must’ve been something severe because he wasn’t a very old cat. I’ll never know how old he was, but I’d assume somewhere between 3-7 years old. I was devastated. And confused, I was so young, I barely knew what “death” was. I just knew I’d lost my Best Friend.

Even though we spent such little time together, I’ve never stopped missing him. The older I got, the more I wished I could see him again. The more I wished I could sit with him one more time. The more I wished I at least had a photo of him. The older I got, the harder it was to remember what he looked like. And that hurt the most.

One evening, me and my long distance best friend were on Skype. I was around 16 at the time. We were talking about life, our upbringings, having a deep conversation about childhood. I decided to go on Google Maps, just to show him my Grandparents house and the area, as it was in the countryside in England, which is very different to what he grew up with. I got on the street my Grandparents house is, and we admired the nearby fields and other houses. Then, I moved onto my Grandparents house and immediately was starstruck at the little cat sitting in the driveway.

I couldn’t even speak. I just burst into tears. Of shock, of happiness, of grief. My friend had no idea why I was suddenly hysterical. It took me a good few minutes to compose myself. Through tears, I explained that Junior, the cat I had been grieving for 8 years, the cat I had cried over wanting to see again… Was in front of me.

Genuinely, it’s one of the happiest moments of my life. It still shocks me to this day, almost 5 years later. He was right there, the whole time. Sitting in the driveway, almost like he was waiting for me to come back. Is it silly if I believe he was waiting for me? Because a part of me really does.

My soul cat. He truly was my soul cat. We spent such little time together Junior, and I still think of you all the time. I wish we had more time together. I got my first Tablet when I was 10, if he had just lived a little longer, I’d have no end of pictures of him. But I don’t care. I’ve got one. I got to see my favourite boy and I couldn’t ever ask for anything more. I love you, Junior. Rest easy Buddy.

We got him as a kitten very malnourished and rather ratty looking from our local humane society. As he got healthier and grew we realized we somehow got a bluepoint ragdoll (if anyone disagrees let me know were not exactly sure what he is but from a cursory google thats what we came up with). His name is Jelly.