Mamala, the tortie, hung around for years bringing various kittens into the yard to show them off and have a quick meal, then scurry away. We could admire them from afar, but could never touch her. Finally she brought these 4 beauties to us and decided to stay in the yard. One cold snowy winter day, she and the kids walked through our slider into our bedroom and two years later she's still with us with two of the babies. All are now spayed and neutered. Two found homes elsewhere. After living rough and being almost continuously pregnant for years she's decided she never wants to go outside again. Never once has she asked to.

Maybe she fell behind something??? Then... I realize my cat is asleep on the daybed. ??? I open the front door... and this little thing looks up at me. Is this how you get a new cat? I'm 50 and single... is my cat sending out invitations ???

I feel pretty sad about it, maybe we made her wild but she actually became pretty soft with some patience and care in this house. Oh and she walk around with toys.

I recently moved to a new house. About a week or so of living here I was coming home from the grocery store so I propped the door open so I could carry in my groceries. As I was heading back outside I noticed a kitty run into my house so I got my last bags and took them to the kitchen quick and went to see where the cat went. I found him like this (the first pic) in my living room. So I gave him some pets and then ended up like this (2nd pic) for the next hour. He’s so sweet. He kept coming over every day to watch tv on my lap and then going to the door to leave when he was ready. He was wearing a collar but it had no tags so I decided to write a little note and attach it to the collar. I asked if he had a home and what his name was. The very next day he returned with a note back saying his name was Finn and his address which was 4 houses down & also a phone number saying to text if I wanted to so I did. We were texting about the cat on and off all day and then we came to realize that we actually knew each other from high school. Which I thought was hilarious. Anyways, I now share custody of Finn and he is just the sweetest boy and I look forward to seeing him every day!

I rented a house for a few nights, this beautiful cottage in the country. When I woke up the first morning I walked into the kitchen, sun slanting in, open up the door to let the morning in, and I thought to myself “the only thing missing is a cat”. 
I turn around and this absolute legend bulldozed around the cottage and then promptly decided to show us who the boss was.

He has a wonky eye, but it doesn't bother him.
He never left, despite our efforts to find his home. Now he lives inside with us and eats fancy cat food and sleeps in my daughter's bed...meet Sage!

I was upstairs in the office (/play room) working away and heard cat feet on the stairs. Door opens, I’m expecting my black and white cat Bowler to come in, and instead this looks in at me.

So those that have been following me and Hobo Cat... Hobo Cat now has brought a friend along .... who i have named Pork Chop.... Pork Chop is also not my cat... not quite as feral as Hobo Cat. But they eat together... Only arrive at night Never see them during the day... Pork Chop came late yesterday and brought a possum along which was eating next to Pork Chop... Hobo Cat sometimes arrives with a deer, which I posted pics of.. Some strangeness going on Opossum, raccoons, and Mr Fox now come as well

Picture it: early morning in NW Georgia. My husband wakes up to go to the bathroom and as he walks down the hallway he hears a little "mew" and he thinks, "what the heck?" And walks into the kitchen only to see a Smudge of something on the floor. Upon closer inspection he finds a kitten and now everyone is awake. We took him to the vet the very next day and learned he is a boy and between 6-8 weeks old. We named him Smudge. He was scared and shook a lot because we aren't a quiet group but now he is living his best life and is as happy as any kitten can be. Before we decided to keep him this was definitely my house not my cat. ETA: This is what we think happened! We think he came in through the attic. The long story is a couple days before he showed up my husband came inside after smoking a cigarette and told me he saw this cat carrying a tiny gray kitten in its mouth and that it jumped onto our roof. Then one morning shortly after this gray kitten shows up in our kitchen so pretty sure it's the same one. We think it came in through the attic, but we are only guessing. We have checked and there is no mama cat to be found and there are no other kittens either. So we decided to keep him. 

Tupac is very mean but decided he liked my house better a few months ago. Now I text the owners if he is here too long, they bring him home, and he comes back in a few days. But this time, he’s in my piano

Climbed into the car when we pulled up, walked straight across my husband's lap and cuddled up to me. Suckled on my cardigan while making biscuits on my neck. Such a beautiful kitty .I did not want to let him go!

I got a note back the next day with a phone number!!! ( I thought that was so neat) After speaking to his owner I found out he was jealous of their new kitty and not doing well at home. With permission from his owner he now lives with me! He does go visit his old home from time to time but lives with us now! His owner said he just wants him to be happy and that seems to be with us ( which I do feel bad about but he assures me it’s ok) I just love him sooo much! He even guards our toddler and alerts me when she’s crying & plays with her outside by racing her down the yard and back. He even gets in her way when she goes into spots in the yard where she could fall! He’s just the sweetest boy!

My ex mother in law texts me a picture of her carrying my cat around and said "baby fuzz won't leave me alone, she's making me carry her around the house" I'm thinking what voodoo has this woman put on my cat??? As you can see by this cats face, she's sick of everyone's shit. So I have to investigate. Sure enough, baby fuzz let's me pic her up, love on her, and im in heaven. After a whole day of everyone gushing over how sweet baby fuzz has became and we don't know why, the REAL baby fuzz decides to show up. YALL! WE CARRIED A CAT AROUND ALL DAY THAT WASNT EVEN MINE!!! PIC IN COMMENTS OF THE FUZZ & THE INTRUDER SIDE BY SIDE

I heard him crying for the last couple of days in another neighbors yard, but when my dog heard him in my yard today, my dog claimed him as his own (We live in a town FULL of stray cats). I'm guessing he's about 5-7 weeks old, if that (he only has 4 canine teeth). I gave him a good bath and spent almost 2 hours picking fleas off of him with tweezers, and we gave him some kitten replacement milk. As you can see, he is happy as can be asleep in a blanket now. I'm not sure how to explain this little guy to my boyfriend when he gets back to town tomorrow, but it was his dogs fault

For those of you who remember my post about the sweet nebelung kitty that was coming around our backyard - well, she turned out to be a he named Bodhi, who’s mom let’s him explore quite a bit. He comes by for breakfast every morning, and I just assumed that the empty bowl meant he was eating well. Turns out this little dude has been coming around for Bodhi’s leftovers. The audacity!

She is so sweet,we named her Candy. We decided to keep all four of them and I’m so thankful we did. Since the babies were born during the pandemic,we named the twin girls Faith and Hope. Their big brother’s name is Finn. They have brought so much joy to our lives!

We put out a box for her last night, but I was hanging out with my apartment door open today because it felt nice out. Well! Momma came in with something in her mouth and I thought it was a mouse (this happened once before, long story!) and I went to run her back out. But then I realized it was one of her babies! She and I fought for a few minutes about wether or not she could stay, but she ended up winning. Now there is one stray momma and 3 baby kitties living under my recliner.

Found this little baby under my car this morning. She/he is pretty beat up with a huge gash on her head infested with fleas and very skinny we are awaiting at the vet right now.

Surprised me today when I went to water some plants. Didn't stop him from going right back to sleep in the sink!

I left the window open whilst washing up and Hugonotmycat popped in. Our conversation went something like this...
'Miaow'
Me: 'Shriek! S**t, you made me jump! Are you here for your second dinner?'
'Miaow'
Hubby: 'You do realise Cat that you have to pay us in cuddles?'
*Flip*
Me: *snort*!! I don't think Hugo knows how baby cuddles work!! He will learn, oh yes he will!!

My husband heard this crash against our cat flap (it was locked since our old cat passed away 6 months prior) and found this poor cat crying to get in, obviously my reaction was to let her in immediately.. Then she wouldn’t leave! Made herself quite at home, loved my daughter, didn’t mind my old English sheepdog either! We had her chip scanned which showed she came from Spain, we are in the northwest of England.. We posted to a local rescue group and eventually, someone knew this was her cousins cat. She’d moved from Spain 2 days before to our street a few houses down. The owner had the door open when the cat came out of quarantine and she ran. Poor thing was terrified until we let her in. We were sad when the owner collected her, she fitted right in!

He acted like he owned the place. We found his original owner and she said she "got another cat" and didn't want him anymore. We always teased that he didn't live here (even had a tag made stating so). Although he pissed off the other cats, I absolutely adored this kitty. We named him Benjamin Gato and he spent the rest of his life with us.

My grandson Jackson came for a visit and drew a picture of Fatbutt. I'm pretty sure other neighbors are feeding Fatbutt because she's looking mighty hefty again. Nevertheless, she's staring into my door for hours on end.

We're giving him food and water and a warm bed while we try to find his humans (but all signs point to abandoned cat so far). Probably have a "My house, my cat now" situation on our hands. The delivery people sure seem to be taking a shine to him.

On November 25, 2019, my ex and I were doing some cleaning in the house and moving junk into the basement. So we had the front door propped open. I happen to turn around, and this guy is swaggering into the house. He was dirty, hungry (obviously hadn’t eaten in several days), and walked with a bit of a limp. He climbed up in the recliner, plopped his ass down, and looked at us like he was saying “hey guys, I live here now”. We gave him attention, and a piece of salami. We left the door open to see if he’d leave, but he instead familiarized himself with the house. He found our bed and took a nap. We looked at each other, shrugged, said “guess we have a cat now”, and dropped everything to go to PetSmart and get everything he needed. About a year and a half later, he’s my chonky best friend.

This is Squiggles, named for her congenitally kinked-over tail. She belongs to our neighbors but likes to hang out in our yard, taunting our indoor cats and rolling & huffing our catnip patch. Last summer, we were in our house when we heard a big cat commotion coming from the bedroom. Squiggles was inside, our cats were freaking out, but all windows & doors were closed—how’d she get in? Turned out she’d climbed on the roof, wiggled under the half-open skylight, stepped on the screen, and dropped, along with the screen, onto the bed below. She was as surprised as we were!

I thought I would share this precious moment from when I was a kid and a cat sneaked in and decided to deliver kittens right in my bed!
It was amazing taking care of the cat and kittens, eventually though we found homes for them because of my asthma, but I'm so glad this cat decided it could be safe enough in our home to deliver

The chonky ginger chap has been popping round the longest - he’s Adrian Scarborough. Then he was joined by the little white & grey tabby - she’s Clare Grogan. And now we have a pair who arrived together - a tabby (Michael Burnham) and a void (Philippa Georgiou). I’ll soon be knee-deep in moggies at this rate.

He spends 5 hours a day here and keeps me company by the fire, and he pounds 3 to 4 cans of frikies a day on my dime...and I bathed him yesterday inside in my bathtub with argon oil and gave him an all natural beard oil treatment afterwards...but he is NOT MY CAT

Girlie knows the sound of my car, and will come running from out of nowhere when she hears it! When I come home, I roll down the windows of my car and call for her. Girlie is usually waiting for me, but on those odd days when she isn't, I hear the sound of her tiny paws shortly after, scrambling across the stone landscape toward my car. I can then see this healthy chonk full-tilt running behind my car to beat me to my parking space so that she can greet me properly. She sniffs the plants and waits up the hill on the sidewalk for me to grab my stuff and start the walk home, and then(and only then) she darts up my stairs and stands impatiently with her nose pressed to my security door. At this point, she lets out the tiniest little 'mew!!!' to let me know that she is ready to sit with me for 5 minutes at the top of the stairs while I dole out her favorite snacks. I treasure this time. I tell her about my day, scritch under her chin (everywhere else seems to be politely rebuffed so far) and when the snacks are gone, she trots down the stairs into the night. My little love, Girlie.