50 Hilariously Wholesome “My House, Not My Cat” Moments (New Pics)

 It is my house, but she wasn’t our cat. Note the past tense. She is now our cat. This is how you get a cat

Some days Bob taps on the door with his paw so I will move faster. Bob is NOT my cat. I don't have a cat. Bob is feral and doesn't let me touch him....yet. I am only allowed to feed him

Whilst she was in there, I shouted to her: “I think your cat likes me” she shouted back: “I don’t have a cat”, this is what she came back to

Sometime between the evening of 4/4 and the afternoon of 4/5: a feral momma gave birth to five beautiful munchkins in a box of clothes I had put on my patio to throw away. I feel chosen. I asked the angels for a “signer sign than usual” (lmao) the other day and I’ve been researching kittens and cats for years. I’m so ready to help these precious souls :’) (I’ll help by providing supportive care for the next three months, hopefully socializing the kittens and setting up shelter intake, then tackling tnr for the whole colony)

The cat used to be feral but has adopted us all!

They wanted all the love and whenever my husband and I would go back inside, they would yowl at us until we came back out. I always saw them at the neighbors so we assumed they belonged to the neighbors, but after further inspection, they were kind of skinny, covered in fleas, and not fixed. Husband said no more cats! So I figured I could at least treat them for their fleas, feed them, and possibly TNR so they don't reproduce when they get older. I set up a little shelter for them as it was kinda cold out. When I woke up, I was sad to see that they were both gone. A few hours later though, my husband wakes up and I tell him how sad I am that they aren't on our deck anymore. My husband (Zack) then proceeds to smile and say "Well what if drunk Zack went outside, thought to himself 'Wow it's chilly outside. Let me call the kikis inside' and went 'here kikiki' and then both kitties came running and I grabbed them and threw them into the house?" at this point I don't believe him and walked downstairs because I'm the one that catnaps strays, not him lol. Well low and behold, these two orange babies are in our spare room. So no longer, my house, not my cat, but my house, my pumpkin and spice

Jack was abandoned when his humans moved 7 or 8 years ago. I've been working with him for at least 5 years. As soon as he started coming inside my house, not my cat, I knew it was time. He was way too skinny and covered in fur mats. He has definitely become my cat. In the 7 or 8 weeks since he became mine, he's now fixed, has his vaccines, got a flea treatment, and had dental surgery. Now, we're working on putting some weight on him and integrating him into the household with the cats who were always mine

 I’ve just got out of the shower, and come downstairs to find him fast asleep on the sofa under my daughter’s blanket. Looks like he’s here for the day!

This is Symba a local street cat, he has a home a bit of a trek away but he has taken to spending time with our cats. We’ve had some pretty rainy weather and he’s decided this lap is warmer and drier than being outside or making his way home! We are in regular contact with the owner who is grateful that he gets some extra love when he’s not there

Over time, she visited us daily and she figured out if she went to my son’s basement window and looked in, he would let her in. Piper (as she is named by her owner who lives 2 doors down from us) now has a litter box, fountain water dish, a cat brush, her favourite cat food and cat nip at our house. My son recently moved out so I decided to get a motion sensor camera. Now when she’s at the basement window, I get a notification on my phone and let her in. Best $40 I ever spent. She’s got the best of both worlds between her owner and us, her second family

I got home from work to find my son asleep with one of our cats and this beefcake. It’s freezing cold and apparently this guy was crying at the door so my son just let him in. Update: the beefy boy is unaltered but way to friendly to not have people or have once had people. He ate a lot of food, watched a couple of movies with us, and eventually around midnight went to the door wanting back out. Temps were higher and the freezing rain had stopped so I let him back out. He was an absolute perfect gentleman. Lentils is chill af and even Kismet, our resident tabby about half the size of this guy, tolerated him with only a few swat

Hasn’t left my daughter's side. The cat distribution system chose her and they are keeping her. (at her dad's house) no idea where she came from. No one claimed her on Facebook when a post was made. So yeah. Here is Socks. The multi-toed baby. We gave them 2 cat trees we had extra and some toys. Ps- all her feet have at least 6 toes and one has 8!

It turns out that he stressed out their autistic son who put him out doors three months ago. Poor displaced guy.. I think we’ll try to give him a soft landing. Update: we’ve been in touch with the former owners family who were so grateful for his happy ending, they offered to pay his first vet bill

Felt sorry for this not my cat staring through the patio doors looking sad. Programmed it to the cat flap and now it comes and goes as it pleases, I'm too soft

He was very confused to be in a strange house but friendly. My cat was waiting by the door and not impressed to see that I was holding another cat

I opened the door to let her to her house through our garden and went to bed. When I woke up, she was still there, and came for cuddles. « babe, it’s not the neighbours’ cat » said my husband. « we can’t keep her », I said, « Obéron will not let her stay ». She never left. We found out she’s not chipped and that no one has come forward in these two weeks (despite numerous posters and social media research, as one does), and Obéron didn’t in fact kick her out. She’s the sweetest cat ever, she snores and has no counter etiquette. Meet Catherine de Valois. My house, my cat?

Today I caught all three of them in the same place

He's honestly the best and so loving. My house and now my cat 

If I leave her side she freaks all the way out and she won’t let anyone else near her so I’m currently being held hostage in my hallway by a cat that’s not mine. I call this one “Nurse, I smell pizza.”

His favorite time to do so is 3am. He always announces his arrival, then eats my cats' food (right in front of them), and then leaves. If he had a little hat on his furry head, I'm sure he'd tip it on the way out

Neighbors don't know him but I believe he is living elsewhere too.  Today on my kitchen island. We call him Agent Misifu

I noticed a cat had been sleeping on my chair on my back porch, so I started leaving food out. The food was demolished every time, so I tried to get a glimpse of who was eating it. I realised it was a stray tuxedo cat I'd seen at night about a year ago. I recognised him because he'd lost his tail. Poor thing was so skinny and scrawny, and absolutely terrified of humans. I thought we'd never get close. After about a month of leaving food out, my partner sat and waited. The cat finally ran up and ate, hissing between mouthfuls as my partner gently patted his head. Next feed time I tried to pet him, and he switched from feral to love bug, head-butting me and meowing for food. Since then he's officially moved in. He's such a good cat, no trouble at all. Sleeps on our bed all night without disturbing us, sleeps on the couch while we watch TV, asks to go out when he needs to. My guess is he was someone's pet and got abandoned for some reason. He's gone from scrawny and starving to semi-chonk. I'm trying to regulate his feeding, just hard to say no when I know he starved for a long time. Still deciding on a name

I already have a bunch of cats, including a couple of oranges. But when a feisty orange boi meows at your door, you let him in. He got chipped, clipped, and vaxxed yesterday. I have attempted to find his family, to no avail. It appears he may have been abandoned. He is desperate to get back outside. But it’s in the 30s, with high winds, so I’m trying to convince him to settle for a life of love and comfort. Anyway. His name is Toulouse. Lou, for short

Twenty-four hours later and she has made us proud proxy grandparents to a miniature cowcat & a tiny tuxed... Best farm stay ever!!! P.S. We had to relocate the little family, and mama was perfectly ok with us gently handling her bebes

 This kitten has taken over my carport and will yell at anyone until pets have been given. She also will nibble your fingers until you give her a chin scratch. We think she came from a litter of kittens down the block but for some reason, they’ve kicked her out. My husband ended up feeding her so she may be our cat now, not quite sure

He's dirty and bloody and pretty yucky. I'll let him rest. He lets me pet his head a little. That's it

Like all marinas, there are always a few feral cats around. This guy, whom we have named puma, is tnr’d and friendly-ish on his terms. I was working on the boat in the aft cabin and came out to find him carefully scouting the joint

Update!! This is Pete. Pete lives across the street and moved in two weeks ago and loves going outside. But drama... We went on a walk (….With Pete….) and another neighbor said his name is Tilly and he’s owned by someone else!?