I love all the dogs jealously looking on in the background
The way it works is the month of your pupper's birthday, they ask if it's okay if they give them a birthday pupcake. Once I said yes (because pupcake), they arranged for him to get it on one of his daycare days, and took pictures sent in a "report card". They also do report cards every day while Simon is boarded, and I can ask for a report card from daycare for a fee (the birthday pupcake and card were gratis, because these people are awesome.)
I posted this in the holiday forums originally because that was all that was open when I found out.
This is one of my cats, Munji. I've had him for over 6 years and he has the most personality of any cat I've ever known. He's also smart, but that makes him a pain at times. I just found out before Christmas that he has advanced cancer in his GI tract. I can't do anything, but keep him comfy and happy as long as I can. It breaks my heart.
He's a pretty constant sight in any online meetings I have.
She was smuggled into my home when I six was by my sister (who also is passed) and we managed to keep the kitten a secret for a couple days at least.
When I was a kid and she was young, alone by myself during the summer while my parents worked, me and her would jump on all the furniture.
Back when she was young she loved galloping after laser pointers, but she was terrible at gauging how long it took herself to stop so she'd often run into things in high speed collisions.
She hated being picked up, a side effect of my sister always wanting to pick her up whenever she saw her.
Her favorite taste was chex mix powder, for unknown reasons.
Whenever anybody in my family came home, she'd run to the door, and when she got too old to run, she walked, and when she got too old to walk, she keep her ears perked waiting for one of us to come around the corner to greet her.
She was the bane of holiday decorations, destroyer of cushions, and fighter of snakes. (She was terrified of squirrels, rabbits, and other rodents though.)
Even when she got older, and it became a bit harder for her to move, she's always go through the trouble of greeting me, and laying next to me. Could never get enough attention.
She'd love when I made elaborate 'cave systems' for her out of blankets and sheets, and loved it even more when I'd get into them with her.
She was sassy, spoiled rotten, and often annoying as hell.
For most of my life she was my constant roommate and best friend.
At the vet, before they, you know, she laid her head in my hand and rested, and I kept staring straight into her eyes, and I know she didn't suffer, at the very end. (I don't want to talk or think about the suffering of the days leading up to that.)
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She was a sweet, sweet girl who was lucky to have you.
Hell, New Jersey, it said on the letter. Delivered without comment. So be it!
I went in to the local pet store yesterday because my wife's snakes needed food. I am basically a contractor there, helping with their spiders, so I am familiar with the staff. There was a doggo at the counter. Turns out someone came in trying to offload their dog at about 12:30. They said they were moving at 1:00 and the shelters were full. This store takes in a lot of rescues, but more reptiles and birds. When informed of this, these absolute shit stain examples of humanity said if they couldn't find someone to take her they were just gonna shoot her.
Look at that fucking face. Look at her.
I had to take her home. We don't technically have the space, and it looks like she's got a neck wound from another dog (WTF were these people doing?), which makes her wary of other dogs to begin with, so it is going to be slow going with ours. They've not had a good time when I brought her in. But, I had to. She is kennelled in our room, while there's are out in the living room. That tends to work so far, and they don't go back to the bedrooms or down the hall, so in a week or so we can use the hallway as like a buffer area, but we just gotta hope they all calm down and get used to each other.
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3cl1ps3I will build a labyrinth to house the cheeseRegistered Userregular
Phone posting, not sure how large pictures will be.
For the last year or so we have had a black and white stray cat wander through our back yard. Recently, my wife started taking a little bit of food out to her when we saw her.
Well, a couple of weeks ago we saw a couple new ones... which quickly turned into seven, 5 of which are just a few months old.
Feeding them once has turned into a problem, as now there are usually a few hanging around but we can't leave our back door sometimes without the entire horde meowing at us. We plan on doing the responsible thing and get them fixed. Most are semi feral.
But, that one at the top? That's Julie and she is incredibly sweet and friendly. So we decided we could add a third cat inside (we've been considering it for a couple of years).
Caught her last night and took her to the vet today (a cat specialist) to get checked out and learned she likely has a bad heart murmur, probably a serious congenital birth defect. Could do more tests to be sure, and my research said surgery might be an (expensive) option, but without it the prognosis is less than a year.
Wife gets really attached to animals, very quickly, and is devastated. We are going to call the vet back tomorrow to talk through options, but it seems like there aren't any good ones.
Julie, trying to keep an eye on me brushing my teeth this morning:
I haven't posted many photos of my dog. He's a good fella.
Very friendly, just wants belly rubs.
That's an excellent boy.
Even though I'm very much a cat person. I've always been a sucker for brindles of any breed on the doggo spectrum. It's such a unique and beautiful genetic expression.
No matter where you go...there you are. ~ Buckaroo Banzai
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Speaking of, here’s my brindle boy. Currently a little sad because his mommy’s out of town, so he’s moping on the couch while I work.
Hell, New Jersey, it said on the letter. Delivered without comment. So be it!
I was told "staffy" so assumed the 35kg was a typo of 25kg. It was not and the adoption papers list mastiff as primary breed.
It's cool though because I secretly wanted a bigger dog. He needs more dog friends though, off lead parks are right out for his dumb brain at the moment.
He gets too excitable and I don't want him jumping on someone like he has jumped on me at times.
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I was told “lab mix” by the shelter when we got him, which, having worked with shelters I can tell you, is code for “some kind of pit bull or pit mix.”
So yeah, he’s some kind of awesome mutt. Might have some lab or boxer, but definitely pit.
Hell, New Jersey, it said on the letter. Delivered without comment. So be it!
Phone posting, not sure how large pictures will be.
For the last year or so we have had a black and white stray cat wander through our back yard. Recently, my wife started taking a little bit of food out to her when we saw her.
I feel certain that this cat has secret knowledge that would destroy your mind if you were to learn it.
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BlackDragon480Bluster KerfuffleMaster of Windy ImportRegistered Userregular
Phone posting, not sure how large pictures will be.
For the last year or so we have had a black and white stray cat wander through our back yard. Recently, my wife started taking a little bit of food out to her when we saw her.
I feel certain that this cat has secret knowledge that would destroy your mind if you were to learn it.
In other words...a cat.
No matter where you go...there you are. ~ Buckaroo Banzai
Phone posting, not sure how large pictures will be.
For the last year or so we have had a black and white stray cat wander through our back yard. Recently, my wife started taking a little bit of food out to her when we saw her.
I feel certain that this cat has secret knowledge that would destroy your mind if you were to learn it.
That's Morticia (former Lester, until we determined the gender) and the one my wife originally wanted to try and bring in. I had to be "No, it's been a stray for at least a year and won't come anywhere close to us unless you, specifically, are actively feeding her. And she swats at the other cats who get near her food."
For the one we did bring in, we did some research and it seems like there's a good chance she is young enough that surgery can repair the heart damage so we are going to take her back to the vet tomorrow for the rest of the routine checks we wanted to do and discuss options.
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webguy20I spend too much time on the InternetRegistered Userregular
edited February 2022
So last November we were finally able to re-home my Dad's Maremma. A 100lb puppy dog was just too much for my mid 60s dad who works all day and also does a lot of stuff on his property, especially once the dog learned he could dig out and go adventuring in the country!
Anyways, he was upset, but understood why we had to re-home, and was happy he didn't have to care for this big ass dog anymore. Cue the last 6 weeks or so, and we've had a stray cat hanging round his shop, this tiny little tuxedo cat. Well now with the dog gone its started venturing closer and for the last 3 weeks or so my dad has been feeding it in the evenings, and was able to this week get it to eat from his hand with a little bit of leftover rib meat.
It's funny seeing my dad, a big burly old contractor just light up talking about this little furball, and it's exactly the amount of pet that he has time for. Every night that he's here he gives my wife and I a status report on how the cat is doing, and has apparently decided to name it Whisper based on its faint little meows.
This is pretty much a repeat of years ago growing up when my mom brought home a yorkshire terrier, and my Dad was all "I don't like small dogs, they just yap, we're a golden retriever family". The first night that little puppy, barely bigger than a rolled up sock slept on his shoulder in easy chair all evening and after that the little dog was my dads, much to the annoyance of my mom.
The cancer finally took its toll and I had to get Munji euthanized yesterday, 2 days shy of 7 years with me. He was so skinny and he stopped acting like himself, so it was definitely time. But the apartment is so empty without him. I have other cats, but he had the most personality by far. I miss him so much.
You can see his "heart" on his side here and his attitude.
HeadCreepsNOW IS THE TIME FOR DRINKING!Registered Userregular
One of my cats is missing
We think he may have gotten out somehow but he's an indoor cat so he couldn't have gone too far, right?
I asked for help on a couple of local Facebook pages, but we're just feeling frustrated and scared
This has never happened with any of our other cats and Mom and I are worried sick
Just look at this big dope! He's the friendliest doofus on the planet and I want him home
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MichaelLCIn what furnace was thy brain?ChicagoRegistered Userregular
edited February 2022
Oh no! Is he chipped?
Standard advice is to leave out a food bowl with wet food and some familiar items like their litterbox. Basically stuff that smells like home.
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HeadCreepsNOW IS THE TIME FOR DRINKING!Registered Userregular
He's not chipped, unfortunately, and he doesn't have a collar
I called the local animal shelter, but he's only been missing since this morning and I don't think he went too far, since he's never really been outside before
I left out a box he loves to sleep in and I'm gonna put out one of my sweaters he loves to curl up on and some other stuff
Several times in my family's old outdoor cats' lives they decided to go get themselves adopted by other households in the neighborhood, who decided taking in friendly cats was a good idea (we eventually figured out where they were disappearing to with notes in capsules on collars, we couldn't keep them collared very often because they'd break the safety releases to get them off). Those cats were such two-timers.
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HeadCreepsNOW IS THE TIME FOR DRINKING!Registered Userregular
Mongo's an indoor cat but he's so friendly and lovable that I think he'd have no trouble just moving into someone else's home
Took Julie back to the vet last Friday, clean bill of health outside of the heart murmur. Trying to schedule an echocardiogram and surgery for that, but she is sticking around regardless of what happens.
Flea medicine tonight and then she gets out of kitty jail tomorrow to explore the rest of the house as we start the process of introducing her to our other cats.
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HeadCreepsNOW IS THE TIME FOR DRINKING!Registered Userregular
CAT UPDATE!
So I still haven't gotten him back, but I bought a couple of trail-cams and set one up in my backyard. A couple of nights ago, around 5 a.m., it caught a few pictures of Mongo sniffing around the backyard
It's really put my mind at ease knowing he's OK, but I won't stop worrying until he's back inside and safe
We have a Havahart trap too, but he didn't go into it, nor did he go into the bulkhead door we've left open. I've been leaving both dry and wet food out, but it's been so cold that the wet food winds up freezing I was thinking of using catnip treats as well, something fragrant that he can definitely smell, but my cats are weird and don't care for catnip at all
I'm trying all I can and it's been a nerve-wracking few days, but I think we can get him back
Do you have an electric blanket you can leave plugged in outside? Cats seem to be able to find the warmest place to lie down from miles away.
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webguy20I spend too much time on the InternetRegistered Userregular
edited February 2022
We live in the country and our big doofus of a cat started prowling around about a decade ago. He'd been getting closer and closer to the house, and one night when our in-laws were camping out during the summer we left some food out. At that point he decided we were his and he prowled around my in-law's tent begging for attention all night after that. He is the friendliest cat and as far as we can tell he was dumped out here. No chip, no collar, nobody nearby missing a cat. He's an indoor cat these days as he started losing fights against the wildlife as he started getting older.
3cl1ps3I will build a labyrinth to house the cheeseRegistered Userregular
Maximum cute from two of the boys today.
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HeadCreepsNOW IS THE TIME FOR DRINKING!Registered Userregular
MONGO'S BACK!!
I'm so, so happy. He was hiding under our neighbor's shed (or one of them, at least) and the animal-control peeps told us to just leave one of our traps right behind it - with permission, of course.
It took a couple of days but this morning we found him. He was missing for little over a week, so he's a bit skinny and it seems to be taking him awhile to readjust to being back inside. But he's back with us!
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Simon goes to derpcare once a week for socialization, apparently.
"I can has birthday pupcake?"
"I can has birthday pupcake!" (Have I mentioned that the kennel he goes to daycare at is amazing?)
The way it works is the month of your pupper's birthday, they ask if it's okay if they give them a birthday pupcake. Once I said yes (because pupcake), they arranged for him to get it on one of his daycare days, and took pictures sent in a "report card". They also do report cards every day while Simon is boarded, and I can ask for a report card from daycare for a fee (the birthday pupcake and card were gratis, because these people are awesome.)
This is one of my cats, Munji. I've had him for over 6 years and he has the most personality of any cat I've ever known. He's also smart, but that makes him a pain at times. I just found out before Christmas that he has advanced cancer in his GI tract. I can't do anything, but keep him comfy and happy as long as I can. It breaks my heart.
He's a pretty constant sight in any online meetings I have.
In his favorite bed.
I've hadI had her for nineteen or twenty years.
It hurts.
She was smuggled into my home when I six was by my sister (who also is passed) and we managed to keep the kitten a secret for a couple days at least.
When I was a kid and she was young, alone by myself during the summer while my parents worked, me and her would jump on all the furniture.
Back when she was young she loved galloping after laser pointers, but she was terrible at gauging how long it took herself to stop so she'd often run into things in high speed collisions.
She hated being picked up, a side effect of my sister always wanting to pick her up whenever she saw her.
Her favorite taste was chex mix powder, for unknown reasons.
Whenever anybody in my family came home, she'd run to the door, and when she got too old to run, she walked, and when she got too old to walk, she keep her ears perked waiting for one of us to come around the corner to greet her.
She was the bane of holiday decorations, destroyer of cushions, and fighter of snakes. (She was terrified of squirrels, rabbits, and other rodents though.)
Even when she got older, and it became a bit harder for her to move, she's always go through the trouble of greeting me, and laying next to me. Could never get enough attention.
She'd love when I made elaborate 'cave systems' for her out of blankets and sheets, and loved it even more when I'd get into them with her.
She was sassy, spoiled rotten, and often annoying as hell.
For most of my life she was my constant roommate and best friend.
At the vet, before they, you know, she laid her head in my hand and rested, and I kept staring straight into her eyes, and I know she didn't suffer, at the very end. (I don't want to talk or think about the suffering of the days leading up to that.)
Look at that fucking face. Look at her.
I had to take her home. We don't technically have the space, and it looks like she's got a neck wound from another dog (WTF were these people doing?), which makes her wary of other dogs to begin with, so it is going to be slow going with ours. They've not had a good time when I brought her in. But, I had to. She is kennelled in our room, while there's are out in the living room. That tends to work so far, and they don't go back to the bedrooms or down the hall, so in a week or so we can use the hallway as like a buffer area, but we just gotta hope they all calm down and get used to each other.
what the FUCK
Im gonna guess they were dog fighters and someone was busting the ring
Yeah. Poor sweet girl here was probably a bait dog.
For the last year or so we have had a black and white stray cat wander through our back yard. Recently, my wife started taking a little bit of food out to her when we saw her.
Well, a couple of weeks ago we saw a couple new ones... which quickly turned into seven, 5 of which are just a few months old.
Feeding them once has turned into a problem, as now there are usually a few hanging around but we can't leave our back door sometimes without the entire horde meowing at us. We plan on doing the responsible thing and get them fixed. Most are semi feral.
But, that one at the top? That's Julie and she is incredibly sweet and friendly. So we decided we could add a third cat inside (we've been considering it for a couple of years).
Caught her last night and took her to the vet today (a cat specialist) to get checked out and learned she likely has a bad heart murmur, probably a serious congenital birth defect. Could do more tests to be sure, and my research said surgery might be an (expensive) option, but without it the prognosis is less than a year.
Wife gets really attached to animals, very quickly, and is devastated. We are going to call the vet back tomorrow to talk through options, but it seems like there aren't any good ones.
Julie, trying to keep an eye on me brushing my teeth this morning:
Very friendly, just wants belly rubs.
That's an excellent boy.
Even though I'm very much a cat person. I've always been a sucker for brindles of any breed on the doggo spectrum. It's such a unique and beautiful genetic expression.
~ Buckaroo Banzai
I was told "staffy" so assumed the 35kg was a typo of 25kg. It was not and the adoption papers list mastiff as primary breed.
It's cool though because I secretly wanted a bigger dog. He needs more dog friends though, off lead parks are right out for his dumb brain at the moment.
He gets too excitable and I don't want him jumping on someone like he has jumped on me at times.
So yeah, he’s some kind of awesome mutt. Might have some lab or boxer, but definitely pit.
In other words...a cat.
~ Buckaroo Banzai
Are you Alex Horne?!
That's Morticia (former Lester, until we determined the gender) and the one my wife originally wanted to try and bring in. I had to be "No, it's been a stray for at least a year and won't come anywhere close to us unless you, specifically, are actively feeding her. And she swats at the other cats who get near her food."
For the one we did bring in, we did some research and it seems like there's a good chance she is young enough that surgery can repair the heart damage so we are going to take her back to the vet tomorrow for the rest of the routine checks we wanted to do and discuss options.
Anyways, he was upset, but understood why we had to re-home, and was happy he didn't have to care for this big ass dog anymore. Cue the last 6 weeks or so, and we've had a stray cat hanging round his shop, this tiny little tuxedo cat. Well now with the dog gone its started venturing closer and for the last 3 weeks or so my dad has been feeding it in the evenings, and was able to this week get it to eat from his hand with a little bit of leftover rib meat.
It's funny seeing my dad, a big burly old contractor just light up talking about this little furball, and it's exactly the amount of pet that he has time for. Every night that he's here he gives my wife and I a status report on how the cat is doing, and has apparently decided to name it Whisper based on its faint little meows.
This is pretty much a repeat of years ago growing up when my mom brought home a yorkshire terrier, and my Dad was all "I don't like small dogs, they just yap, we're a golden retriever family". The first night that little puppy, barely bigger than a rolled up sock slept on his shoulder in easy chair all evening and after that the little dog was my dads, much to the annoyance of my mom.
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I am not but I have been watching a lot of taskmaster lately.
You can see his "heart" on his side here and his attitude.
We think he may have gotten out somehow but he's an indoor cat so he couldn't have gone too far, right?
I asked for help on a couple of local Facebook pages, but we're just feeling frustrated and scared
This has never happened with any of our other cats and Mom and I are worried sick
Just look at this big dope! He's the friendliest doofus on the planet and I want him home
Standard advice is to leave out a food bowl with wet food and some familiar items like their litterbox. Basically stuff that smells like home.
I called the local animal shelter, but he's only been missing since this morning and I don't think he went too far, since he's never really been outside before
I left out a box he loves to sleep in and I'm gonna put out one of my sweaters he loves to curl up on and some other stuff
Flea medicine tonight and then she gets out of kitty jail tomorrow to explore the rest of the house as we start the process of introducing her to our other cats.
So I still haven't gotten him back, but I bought a couple of trail-cams and set one up in my backyard. A couple of nights ago, around 5 a.m., it caught a few pictures of Mongo sniffing around the backyard
It's really put my mind at ease knowing he's OK, but I won't stop worrying until he's back inside and safe
We have a Havahart trap too, but he didn't go into it, nor did he go into the bulkhead door we've left open. I've been leaving both dry and wet food out, but it's been so cold that the wet food winds up freezing
I'm trying all I can and it's been a nerve-wracking few days, but I think we can get him back
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Maximum cute from two of the boys today.
I'm so, so happy. He was hiding under our neighbor's shed (or one of them, at least) and the animal-control peeps told us to just leave one of our traps right behind it - with permission, of course.
It took a couple of days but this morning we found him. He was missing for little over a week, so he's a bit skinny and it seems to be taking him awhile to readjust to being back inside. But he's back with us!