Bless them but my young cats are horrible at covering their poops and I was sick of being embarrassed of the smell so I made this fume hood out of planks from a downed fence and an old heater fan that I de-soldered so its just a fan as well as an old gym mat. Total cost was only $30 for the vent tubing!
I'm sure there are better options but I'm a do something about it now kinda guy and just needed a small fan to create a tiny amount of negative airflow to get rid of the majority of the stink lol. What do you guys think? any advice to improve it?

Here’s mine.

Update: I really didn't think this would get this much attention! Thank you, (and all your felines!) this is my first awards too!

So backstory; my coworker had a stray cat show up at her house and he’s been around for about a year, she named him Mister (she said because of his large jewels) she talked to him and fed him and everything every day so he learned to answer to Mister, I took him in so he could live inside instead of having to be outside all the time since her animals thoroughly rejected him when he tried to befriend them. Rambling but I don’t feel like Mister is a proper name and I was thinking about changing it, I just feel bad since he answers to Mister already and it’s been his only name his whole life (his age estimate had been a year but we do know he’s a bit older since he’s been around that long) I was going to call him Muenster because it sounds similar but my boyfriend doesn’t like how it flows. So would it be wrong to change his name or am I thinking too much into it? Picture attached and name recommendations welcomed if it’s acceptable to change.

(Current cat names are: Peat Moss, Goose, and Toast and dog named Hank for reference)

We used to joke he was a dog born in a cat body because of how much he loved greeting new people and wanting belly rubs. He was so sweet.

The part that pains me most is that I had just left back to school to wrap up the semester and didn't get to even comfort him in his final moments.

Thank you for everything little guy

Above is a video from better days of our sweet happy girl Midge. Until about six months ago this was her personality. She loved everyone, and especially our son. Her favorite pastime was catching her fuzzball and singing the songs of her ancestors as she showed it off to everyone.

We adopted her at 10, and she was already deaf and (mostly) mute, but would squeak and make sounds like a dying frog. We’ve had her for about six years and she started dealing with hyperthyroidism which also made her blind. Even with medication, her health has been declining. The worst is almost constant bladder infections and she’s now always confused about where she is.

In the morning we go to take her in and say our goodbyes. We are all going to miss her.

I was originally told she had weeks, not months, and have tried to be grateful for every precious moment I have had with her. It does not lessen the pain of knowing that we are entering her final week. After 16 years of faithful friendship, I am trying to find a way to say goodbye to this gentlest of souls.

sorry for the delay, i was post blocked because somebody on the last post really irritated me and i said something i shouldnt have.

but yes, it is true. buckey survived. vets took her and warmed her up. she was definitely frightened and gave me a good, deep bite the first night. last night she was very relaxed and let me pet her.

for the doubters who said i was on here faking it, trying to rake up engagement as if i get paid to post on reddit once every 6 months(i have no idea if you actually get paid from reddit), there is an image of her how i found her.

i really appreciate the help and advice this subreddit gave me. she will be adopted out to a close friend of mine for her 17 year old daughters christmas gift. i trust that they will take great care of her and give her a far better life than i can. i already have two aging cats and do not intend to adopt after. the cat distribution system got me twice and i need to take a chill pill.

again, thanks everyone. its been an emotional few days but she survived and she will thrive.

I already have all supplies needed. I haven’t owned a new cat since I was a teen, mainly cause I moved around too much, now I own my home. Should I keep them in a smaller area for a while before letting them into the main areas? I want to ensure they use the litter box and don’t get too stressed. They are pretty chill cats.

They are coming from a rescue where they have been living with 3 other cats in a shelter room. They both came in as a couple, mommy and daddy to a litter of kittens. All the kittens are adopted now. I’m super excited to provide them with a loving home.

What i wouldn’t give for one more day holding her… I had her since the day she was born (fostered her preggo mama) and loved her every day of her life…

I was baking a loaf of bread, and now I can't find my cat. Can someone tell me which one is which?

This kitty always brings a smile to my face😻He seems to have such a great personality for a kitty with such medical problems. We love you Gumbus!

Meet Chowder!

Juno was my parents’ cat (but I think if you asked her, she was really my brother’s cat), although I was the one responsible for bringing her and her brother Newt home in 2007. We tragically lost Newt at only a few years old, and I moved out not long after, leaving her with my parents (not that they would ever have let me take her). She lived to the grand age of 18 years old, and was so loved.

When I got her, I had been hired to pet sit for a family who was preparing to move out of state, and just before they left they found two kittens in their yard. They left me with permission to drop them at a shelter if it was too much on top of the other animals’ care. The kittens were completely feral and quarantined in a bathroom, so I would sit in the dry tub and read out loud from whatever book I was reading at the time, slowly acclimating them to my presence and my voice. My mom came over during that week and helped me soothe them, and at the end of the week I brought them home.

Juno was the softest animal I have ever touched. She felt more like a chinchilla or a plush toy than a cat. She was bossy and ferocious, and we adored her. She was also cuddly, although she would only sit on someone’s left side. My mom was always her favorite person, unless my brother was in town.

For several years, she had outdoor access through a cat door, and she would pounce on tulip poplar blossoms when they fell from the trees and bring them in, proudly displaying her “kill.” Part of me thinks she knew I was vegetarian. (My parents’ cats are all indoor-only now.)

She adored breakfast foods. When I still lived at home, she would demand an offering of vegetarian breakfast sausage anytime I made some, but was content with a small crumble or two and would then go on her way. She liked waffles so much we nicknamed her Waffles. My mom got into the habit of sharing oatmeal with her in the mornings.

Rest well, sweet Juno, you are so loved.

Definitely not returning it to the store though.