82 Times People Took Pics Of Strange Cats In Their Homes And Had To Share Them In The ‘My House, Not My Cat’ Group

Has this ever happened to you, dear Pandas? You go into the kitchen, say hello to your cat sitting on the counter (it says ‘meow’ back), and then you start making yourself a heartwarming mug of hot cocoa. You leave but then you stop and glance back. That wasn’t your cat! (Maybe you didn’t even have a cat!) How did it get in? What happened to your own cat?

If you’re in need of some good vibes, then you’re going to love the My House, Not My Cat Facebook group. It’s a wholesome online community dedicated to people who share photos of cats who wind up in their homes, visit their yards, and patter in to meownage them in their offices. Scroll down, upvote your fave pics, and share your own photos of cats that aren’t yours chilling at your home in the comment section, dear Pandas.

Stephanie Holcomb, who founded the group in October 2016, told Bored Panda that she came up with the idea to create the community because she kept seeing ‘My House, Not My Cat’ memes pop up all over the internet. “Cats would just let themselves in people’s houses via doggie doors or open windows, and these people didn't have cats! They were hilarious, so I did a little search and found that there wasn't a group made up specifically for that yet.” Scroll down for the rest of our in-depth interview with Stephanie.

#1 My House, Not My Cat. Came Home Yesterday To Find That Santa Left This Black Kitty On My Balcony... Who Then Proceeded To Give Birth To 7 Little Beans. 7 Black Cats Born On Christmas, That's Gotta Be Lucky

Image credits: Amanda Short

#2 This Is My Bathroom.... This Is Not My Cat! This Is My Neighbours Cat Ted!

Image credits: Anne Mullis

#3 My Mom Sent Me This, Neither Of These Cats Belong To My Parents

Image credits: Carrie Lawsterbunny

The founder of My House, Not My Cat told us that there are 3 admins who monitor the posts and she also went into detail about the rules that members of the group have to follow. 

“We do have rules that they [the posts] have to be group-specific, and we decline some that aren't. Other animals, for example, maybe funny but we want to be specific. Our rules are: it has to be your house (or yard, or deck, or work) and it has to be not your cat (we call them NMCs, for Not My Cat). We do accept ‘My Cat, Not My House’ because we have found that sometimes neighbors text pictures of people's cats in their house. It's kind of turned around, but the same concept.”

#4 I Went To My Kitchen To Get My Washing Out Of The Machine And Feed My Cats, But Walked Into Five Cats In My Kitchen. I Only Have Three!

Image credits: Hannah Rose Summerfield

#5 I Have Been Feeding A Cat For Some Time Now. Of Course I Set Out A Little Shelter And Blanket Also. I've Grown To Call Them My Phantom Kitty. I Could Never Catch It During The Day So I Figured I Would Sneak Out To Take A Peek Tonight. Look At This "Cat"

Image credits: Michelle Slater

#6 This Is Mr. Black. He Is Our Neighbours Cat Who Visits Us Every Day. He Is Not Ours But He Thinks He Is!! Here He Is Doing The Biggest Blep. He Has A Natural Snaggletooth

Image credits: Aimi Mori

She continued: “Also, the cats have to be a surprise. At least the first post—people give updates on NMCs all the time. We have some favorites: Matthew, The Squatter Kitty, and Felix.”

Stephanie said that Felix lives in her hometown and visits a good friend of her’s. “She had no idea I ran this group but just started posting pictures of him on her personal page.”

According to the founder, random cats popping up and meowndering into your home is far more common than most people would think.

#7 This Is Crumpet. This Is My House. It Is Not My Cat

Crumpet sits on my decking each and every morning and stares through the door awaiting his daily tribute.

He'll pretty much consume anything.

Biscuits, leftovers, a small child, the soul of a loved one... whatever.

All hail our super fluffy ginger overlord.

Image credits: Gregory Hawk Hauling Swales

#8 This Beautiful Girl Visits Almost Every Day For Breakfast! We’ve Named Her “Magic”

Image credits: Tracey Lammert

#9 My Baby’s Bassinet, Not My Cat

Image credits: Meera Paleja

“We get people all the time who join and say, ‘I probably won't post anything because I won't get that lucky’ and then, poof! There's a strange cat in their house.”

The Facebook group is open to anyone who agrees to follow the rules. That includes common sense things like being nice and not sharing viral photos.

“If people are nasty or complain or jump all over someone for something, they are yeeted. But most people behave themselves and it's a fun group.” 

#10 My Bed. Not My Cat. Left The Front Door Open And Came Into My Room To Find This Kitty

Image credits: Claire Arthur

#11 This Is Sharon. Sharon Would Sneak In The House On A Daily Basis And Pretend To Be Asleep When We Had To Escort Her Out. Sharon Is Not Our Cat, Nor Do We Know If She Is Actually Called Sharon

Image credits: Hannah Green

#12 I Do Have A Cat, He's The Cat On The Left. The Cat On The Right Is Not My Cat. He Would Very Much Like To Be My Cat. I Too Would Also Like Him To Be My Cat. My Actual Cat Disagrees With All Of This, And So Do His Owners

Image credits: Ken Reader

#13 My House, Not My Cat My GF Ask Me Why Did I Put A White Cat In Our Laundry Room, Dint Know What She Was Talking A Out, Send Me The Pic Felt In Love With Cat, Cat Is Now Part Of The Family

Image credits: Carlos Gomez

#14 This Is My Glass Of Water, This Is My House, This Is Not My Cat Drinking My Water In My House , This Is My Neighbours Cat Ted!

Image credits: Anne Mullis

#15 This Is My House. But.. That's Not My Cat. I've Never Seen This Man Before In My Life

Image credits: Emma Cone

#16 I Just Bought A House. It Apparently Came With A Cat. No One Told Me. I Don’t Even Have A Sofa Yet, But I Have A Pet? My House, Not My Cat

Image credits: Giselle Bodin Lyons

#17 My House... 3 Generations Of Not My Cats

Started feeding the mom/now grandma in the front 2 years ago. she has now raised her offspring & their offspring on my porch

Image credits: Abby Haught

#18 My Stroller, Not My Cat. This Is Ralph. Ralph Decided He Wanted To Hitch A Ride Around The Neighborhood

Image credits: Jaime Stahnke

#19 My Deck, Not My Cat Or Dog!! My Neighbor's Pets Came To Visit Me This Morning!!

Image credits: Eva Wiedeman

#20 Why Do Neighbourhood Cats Always Come To My House

Image credits: Tish Burley

#21 Gave This Guy A Piece Of Bacon On My Way Home

Image credits: Sheridan Branting

#22 Okay, So About A Week Or So Ago I Had Just Gotten Home From Work When I Hear A Meow At My Apartment Door

I open the door to check out the noise and this orange baby comes walking in like ‘cool, I live here now’. I already have two cats and a large dog but this new one is walking about with no issues or fighting. I figure I’ll take him to the vet and see if he has a chip in the morning and go to bed. Flash forward to the vets office and he has a chip! Hooray!! I reach out to the owners and within 30 minutes they call me and agree to meet. I arrive with the orange baby who is currently not happy with his car ride and is now hiding in my lap while we wait for his mom. She shows up. We get out of the cars, I’m holding the kitty, we’re doing small talk, she’s reaches out to pet him. And then she pulls her hand back and says, “You know, he’s been missing for about 3 weeks. I don’t think I want him back.” And gets in her car and drives away. It was heartbreaking. So my house not my cat has become my house my cat through a very sad tale of events

Image credits: Alicia Reed

#23 My Carport, Not My Cat

Mittens is a stray thats fixed in our neighborhood who always runs to me when I come home, I have two insulated shelters for her outside since its cold. She gets fed 6-7 times a day between me and the old lady next door! Very loving, always jumps up on my shoulders. She’s a part of my daily routine! I always check on her multiple times a day, and 2-3 times a night to make sure she’s comfy in her shelter. I’m ordering her a collar to officially adopt her, and if I ever move she’s coming with me! Working cats need love too!

Image credits: Tristen Rogers

#24 My House. My Coffee Table. Not My Cat

This gorgeous boy ‘lives’ 3 houses down. He’s not allowed inside his house and is always outside roaming, day or night. So now ‘Carl’ enjoys the good life at ours. He will pop back to his house late afternoon, bring back a fresh chicken wing and put it in his bowl and eat it here. Absolute legend

Image credits: Rachael Judd

#25 It Only Took A Few Months For Amelia Pond To Go From “My House, Not My Cat” To “How’d You Get So Fat?!?”

For more than 20 years we’d been a dogs-only family. One day about 4 1/2 years ago, Amelia decided it was time to change that. She randomly showed up at our house, super skinny but otherwise very healthy...and then never left  We really think she was dumped, because she was SO super friendly and *completely* unafraid of people...she SPRINTED inside the house the moment we opened the door, and jumped in our laps! Now she’s living as a cat should be, rotund and lazy and happy

Image credits: Emily Warren

#26 My Bowl, Not My Cat. She Has Broken In Three Times So Far And I Think She Won Tonight

Image credits: Scottie A. Anderson

#27 The Tabby Boy Inside Is My Cat, Tabby Boy Outside Is Taking The Piss

Image credits: Helena Wallis

#28 My House... Not My Cat...

THIS is Tux! His family moved in behind us late last year & he comes to watch us through our glass door multiple times a day, for hours at a time. He waits patiently for one of my two cats to come out OR for my youngest (arm pictured) to deliberately open the screen door to let him in.

Image credits: Susan Ward

#29 My House, Not My Cat

 I live in Phoenix, AZ.

In February 2019, we saw an orange blob on the house camera feeding from the feral cat feeding bowl. *start photos top left*

I posted on the Nextdoor app “hey, is this your cat?”... no reply for about two weeks so I kept posting daily pics. Short story, I finally found his owner and she said “yep, that’s my cat.” But Sam... he just would not stop hanging around our house - day in and day out... he would get in my car, he would lay on our doormat to be sure to not miss our arrivals, and many days of watch him on the ring doorbell sitting - staring.

I finally let him in. We called him Cinnamon. And he loved his new home. LOVED. I called the owner and she said “he chose you.”

We brushed him, he really blossomed and played and slept with the other pets.

I would post funny instagram stories of “random not my cat” things and multiple Facebook posts of “look at this crazy neighbors cat.”

In November, he grew ill, so I called his owner and said “Sam is sick... I just wanted you to know.”

My husband and I took him to the vet and they gave him a few days to live... so we went through his bucket list 1. Eat tuna, 2. sit in sunny window on forbidden kitchen counter, and finally 3. lay outside under the big tree where we brought him Squeeze Up treats and bowls of ice water.

Cinnamon/Sam lasted a week - kidney failure.

Sometimes - my house, not my cat... just isn’t what it seems. I still miss that freeloading fool. *end photos bottom right* November 2019 Love couldn’t save him

Image credits: Liseanne Ferland Rolwing

#30 Is This How One Acquires A Cat?

Image credits: Laura Solomons

#31 That Is My House, That Is My Lap, That Is Not My Cat. I Was Just Minding My Own Business When A Cat Turned Up And Made Himself Comfy... On My Lap

Image credits: Charlotte Louise Hannah

#32 My Neighbor's Cat Is Obsessed With My Cats, Dogs And Daughter. But Today Took The Cake. The Front Door Was Closed Because It Rained So He Took A Scary Journey To See Where His Friends Were

Image credits: Michelle Jones

#33 There’s Obviously A Rumor About Free Food On Our Porch

Image credits: Lars Gustav Midbøe

#34 The Mama Cat Who Had Babies In My Garden Shed. She's Ultra Friendly And Her Babies Are Thriving! We've Got A Few Friends Interested In Adopting Them, But I Think We *might* Keep Them

Image credits: Shazmin Krahenbuhl

#35 My Flat, Not My Cat

Tigger, month six (lol). One day in summer we left our front door open and in came Tigger. We called the number on the tag, met his real parents (one street over), and we thought that was that. Wrong! Tigger comes over twice a day minimum, sleeps over, the whole bit. We are HIS pets

Image credits: John Sanders

#36 My Car, Not My Cat! This Sweety Made His/Her Presence Known About 5km From My House When I Was Almost At Work

Image credits: Melina Marama Waite

#37 My House But Not My Cat. But Let Me Tell You, He Shows Up For His Meal Everyday At 7pm. We Shall Call Him Cheetoh

I talked to the neighbor and apparently he was born under the bush outside the house about 8 months ago and his siblings didn’t make it. Apparently he’s just stuck around. He only lets my neighbor and I get near him.

Image credits: Mattie Coffman

#38 My Cat. Not My House

Image credits: Rowena Lister

#39 I Left The Door Open A Moment Too Long When I Got Home One Day And This Little Goob Sprinted Inside, Circled The Living Room, And Plopped On The Floor

The first pic is what I sent to my family asking what to do about a random cat in the apartment. I lured him back outside with a packet of salmon, and all he wanted was cuddles and to go back inside.

So yeah, that’s the story of how I got adopted. He still takes very good care of me to this day

Image credits: Lauren Simmons Lewis

#40 I Had An Unexpected Vistor This Evening. He Is Welcome To Join My Social Bubble Any Time He Wishes

Image credits: Erica Brackenbury

#41 My Gated Back Porch, Not My Cat

Image credits: Maggie Back

#42 My Yard, Not My Cat. We Named Her Angela And She Stole My Gel Pen!!

Image credits: Zoey Hamilton

#43 My Car, Not My Cat....

Image credits: Claire Edmond

#44 Came Home 3 Hours Ago. Started Dinner For My Kids, Fed My Cats, Put Food Outside For The 2 Feral Cats We’ve Been Feeding Recently. This Guy Was Waiting On My Back Porch

Scarfed down 3 cans of wet food like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. We make bed out on the front porch to keep him dry & warm. I walk into the living room a while later to see him relaxing on the couch with my oldest.

Image credits: Lindsey James

#45 Our Resident Stray With A Hedgehog Friend Visiting At Dusk

Image credits: Lars Gustav Midbøe

#46 I Opened My Front Door Today, And A Flea-Covered, Cuddly, Sweetheart Came Running In

I was in such shock that I first thought one of my own was getting out! She's currently trapped in the bathroom being an adorable kitten, and tomorrow we go to the vet. My dog is already hoping we keep her

UPDATE!!! SHE HAD A CHIP!!! Her family lost her almost 2 Years Ago!!!! Mom was in TEARS. I'm so very selfishly sad, but I just made a whole family incredibly happy

Image credits: Heather Nicole Creech

#47 My Kitchen, Not My L O R G E Cat

Image credits: Kerrie Stubblety

#48 I Have 2 Gingers And A Tortie I Was Suffering With Insomnia Last Night So At 1am Heading Downstairs To Watch Netflix. Was Greeting By My Baby Tortie Oats And A Second Tortie!? My Living Room, Not My Cat

Image credits: Emma Jones

#49 Someone Left Their Cube In My Driveway. Please Come Collect Your Cube

Image credits: Nicole Lauzon

#50 My Porch, My Kittens (Grey Ones) Not My Orange Cat

He is the sweeeetest stray with the most grumbliest purr, and some days he'll let me sit and snuggle him and other days he acts like I'm the scariest creature he's ever encountered  but I caught this pic out my duaghters bedroom window the other night and it just melts my heart he may not want to be a house cat but he sure loves the heck out of his house cat friends! Lol

Image credits: Emily Lynch

#51 My Dog, My Couch. Not My Cat

Image credits: Natalia Elisa

#52 Kevin Doin A Heckin Protest. Kevin Is Not My Cat, But I’m Trying To Convince Him To Be My Cat. We Do This Everyday. One Day He’s Gonna Surrender To My Love, Damnit. For Now He Just Uses Me For Food, And I’ll Take It

Image credits: Crystal Damato-Pineda

#53 Final Instalment Of Plant Cat. He Is Peacefully Protesting The Removal Of His Plants From Their Pots, Albeit Grompily. But He Still Hangs Out On My Porch And Begrudgingly Lets Me Scritch His Ears

Image credits: Temika Jayne

#54 I Came Home From Work To Two Cats In My House Today. The Thing Is... I Only Have One Cat

Image credits: Taylor Garrelts

#55 My Couch, Not My Cat. My Boyfriend Insists We Keep Him And Name Him Chowder

Image credits: Genie Lamöw

#56 Last Year We Met This Orange Goofball While Walking Our Dog, Justin

Justin is NOT a fan of cats and usually will chase or lunge at them when given the chance. Well to this little guy, it mattered not. He wouldn’t be intimidated and insisted that he and Justin would be friends. After a few weeks this was the case. Justin was won over. Then, he turned his attention to my wife and I. Gordon, as my wife named him, started stopping by the house to say hello. This progressed to stopping by for a bite to eat and a place to sleep for a couple hours. We found out that this was his MO up and down the block. He didn’t really belong to anyone, he wandered freely in and out of houses and was fed and offered places to sleep wherever.

Several months later we came home from a week away and poor Gordon was on front step of our house looking VERY ill. I took him to the vet and they told me he had a kidney issue that would require IV fluids for the next week. So dutifully Gordon and I went to the vet and they’d hook his little arm up to an IV and he’d curl up in my lap and let it happen. The vet said that she wished all her feline patients were as willing and accommodating as Gordon.

After his health scare, Gordon got back to doing what he did best and ate/slept/caroused around the neighborhood. Then in January of last year he went missing. No one in the neighborhood knew anything of his whereabouts. It was and remains an absolute crusher for me. He was the sweetest little orange guy and I’m sure that he came to me when he was sick because he knew I would help him.

I can only hope that someone said, “This cat is too awesome to live on the streets!” and took him in forever. Regardless, my heart aches knowing that I’ll likely never see him again. Gordon, I hope you’re out there curled up on someone’s couch enjoying your best life. Miss you my friend!

Image credits: Matt O'Keefe

#57 My Car, Not My Cat. I Knew Bugs Might Be A Risk When I Left The Window Cracked, But I Wasn't Prepared For Furrier Interlopers

Image credits: Jackie Mak

#58 This Is Swirl Who Was My Cat, The Kitten Is Not. He Loved Kittens And Would Steal People's Kittens And Bring Them Home. He's No Longer With Us So I Miss Those Days Of Coming Home To A Random Kitten In The House

Image credits: Lisa Kitchens

#59 Was Cooking Sausages And Our Neighbour Thought They’d Join Us For Breakfast! We Nicknamed Him Sausage And Found Out About A Year Later That She’s A Girl Catto Called Larry. We Love Larry

Image credits: Seth Darcy

#60 Moved Into Our New House. That’s Not Our Cat. We Don’t Have A Cat. My House, Not My Cat

Image credits: Beverly Eagen

#61 On June 1st, We Tragically Lost Our Beloved Cat Charlie. We Haven’t Been Ready To Go Get Another Cat Since, Even Though We Had This Awful Missing Piece To Our Family

My 6 year old asks constantly when we are getting another cat and I tell him, “When it’s time for us to add another cat to the family, Charlie will send us one...” Well, this gorgeous thing showed up 2 nights ago. She sat in my lap in the yard for almost an hour before my husband pulled into the drive way and scared her off. And now she’s back and loving getting loved on!!!! I think she’s in love with my 6 year old! Our neighborhood is over run with feral cats and while I officially believe now (based on the matted fur) that she is feral-ish, I also think she wants to be loved on. She had a nice meal while she was getting loved on and I think it might be time to get her cat food if she’s going to continue to hang around!

Image credits: Valerie Ann

#62 Uhhh I Was Just Sitting Here Petting Our Goats When This Fella Literally Walked Through The Door? Who Is He?

Image credits: Ashley Shelagowski

#63 About 12 Months Ago This Little Fella Started Hanging Around My Van

Always interested what i was doing and would sit with me for hours while I was working on my van, little by little he snuck his way into my place and has certainly made himself comfy.......I've tried to find possible owners but nobody has claimed him so he has moved in full time and now goes by the name of Shadow as he is always by my side and sticking his nose into whatever I'm doing 

Image credits: Jack Yates-Dale

#64 Just To Mix Things Up This Weekend, This Is Not My House, But That Is Very Definitely My Cat!! My Naughty Buddy Boo Has Snuck Into My Neighbours, And I Don't Think It's The First Time

Image credits: Jennifer Holt

#65 My Car, My Garage, My Lap, And The Boat. Not My Cat

I heard a meow in a house that has no cats and found himbs stuck in my garage. Himbs hung out with me for a couple hours and claimed my car, our boat, and my lap. Two days later, she got stuck in the garage again I think I have a new friend

EDIT: this cat belongs to some neighbors. They said she came over bc they leave her outside (has garage access) when they go out of town and they were out of town for those few days. I hate that they let her out, but at least she does have a home

Image credits: Charity Hendey

#66 Getting Home From Work At 5am And Realising, That Indeed, This Is Not My Cat

Image credits: Georgina Eve Houghton

#67 A Cute, Feral, Tuxedo Kitty Showed Up Around Where My Bus Is Parked

I named him Bo and then I realized Bo was in heat when she would do big screams every night outside my bus window.

Then she became Bo Derek

Bo Derek is in love with Lieutenant Dan and doesn’t understand why himbs not interested in her love. Lieutenant Dan lost one leg and his balls in the same day before I adopted him. Poor guy.

Bo Derek waits under a walnut tree for Dan several times a day.

Sometimes he plays hard to get. Sometimes he showers her with kisses.

I can’t get a date during the pandemic but Lieutenant Dan can!

Image credits: Jennifer Toynton

#68 Soooo, This Is My Car, That Is Not My Cat

He belonged to the neighbor, but she never let him in the house, so I created a place for him in my garage. I left the windows down one night, this is what I came to the next morning.

I haven’t seen him in close to two months, when today, I see him up for adoption on a cat rescue site listed as a tripod (he recently lost a leg). They called him Sammy , which was the name of my neighbor’s cat. I’m so excited to have found him again. So, I put in an application to adopt him. Maybe he’ll actually be my cat after all

Image credits: Amelia Markgraf

#69 My Window, Not My Cat

This is Chonk. He's been showing up to my bedroom window for almost a year and a half now. It all started when I saw this beautiful ginger on the roof and decided to leave some kibbles in a bowl by the window.

We've had a very colorful relationship, since then. One time he didn't show up for three months and came back all skinny and dirty. Another time, he scratched my hand while I tried to feed him and his then-girlfriend. I ignored him for three weeks. He, later on, ditched the girlfriend, stopped being nasty, and then I started feeding him again. Sometimes he'd show up to my window during sad moments, as if he knows I need the comfort. I can't let him in because cats aren't allowed where I live.

Not my cat, but I love himb. I'd love to call him mine someday.

Image credits: Aly Pabellano

#70 I Was Told To Come Here And Tell Y’all About What Happened Over The Last 12 Hours At My House, With This Cat That Is Not My Cat, And Now These Kittens That Are Not My Kittens Or Her Kittens

So about 1:00 this morning, I went outside and this cat, that is not my cat, meows, so I call it, and it comes right to me. Now first, we have dogs, lots of dogs, and 2 are neighbors’ dogs that live outside, and yet somehow, this tiny cat just strolls right up and none of the dogs even move. Second, we live in the country and we know all our neighbors and their cats, and this is not their cat. Third, when I pick her up, it’s apparent that she has had kittens recently.

So now I’m standing outside at 1:00 AM, holding this very friendly cat that has apparently been dumped at my house, and is somehow magical and able to sneak past sleeping dogs. But now I have to carry her past the 2 outside dogs and the 6 inside dogs to get her somewhere safe....

She is absolutely fine with the whole thing. Stays snuggled in my arms. Purrs. I’m not convinced that this is real, that I’m not dreaming. So I feed the magic cat and start looking for kittens. Y’all, I searched for nearly 7 straight hours. I even enlisted my Terrier mix in the hunt. (She could find baby mice in a snowstorm with earmuffs on.) I even walked the property playing kittens meowing sounds on my phone.

So this is the bad news, we live in the country and the likelihood of the babies being ok with all the predators here is slim, and she may have been dumped without them. So I am not giving up looking, but now I’ve got a potential surrogate mom cat. And y’all, I’ve bottlefed kittens and if there’s a chance for a surrogate, trust me, worth it.

I reached out to my rescue friends and managed to get her lined up to be a surrogate mom to 3 orphaned kittens before noon. Unfortunately, the vet check showed that she has a lot of parasites and she’s going to have to wait 3 days before she can meet her new babies. But the vet said she should still be able to feed the babies then. So now this cat that is not my cat is not at my house anymore, she’s getting well so she can meet the kittens that are not her kittens. Told you she was magic. And I need a nap.

Image credits: Karyl Alderman

#71 My House Not My Cat ... Merlin Has A Makeover

I couldn’t bear watching poor Merlin trying to get comfy yesterday, trying to groom his ‘matted beyond hope’ fur - so, I’ve sacrificed my bestest crochet snippers, grabbed a huge bag of treats, put my ‘big girl pants’ on and stepped up to do the right thing (I’ve been terrified of hurting him) ...

Merlin now is minus quite a few matts. He actually lay there for a good 10 mins before a paw the size of a side plate plonked onto my arm (no claws) and he chirped to say ‘enough’.

I thought that was it ... but no, he only asks for a tummy rub and then ROLLS OVER so I can do the other side!!!

It may not look a lot in the picture but it means the world to me - Merlin now has a ‘bare bit’ on his side that no longer pulls when he moves - he looks like Tatty Ted bless him.

I won’t be able to do them all, but I’ll get as many as I safely can when he lets me. Let’s face it, there are some places no self respecting kitty will let you snip near - even for treats.

I’m learning to read his body language and tail twitches so that I don’t do too much at a time.

I’m just thankful for his trust and the rapport that lets us work together on this xx

Merlin is also ‘part Hobbit’ - he’s loves Second Breakfast (I haven’t broken it to him that it’s actually what he didn’t finish at First Breakfast - covered from the fridge - who am I to burst his bubble).

Image credits: Helen Wilson

#72 So Yesterday I Ended A Toxic Relationship And My Best Friend Filled Me With Wine And Steak, Resulting In Me Sleeping On Her Pull Out Bed.woke Up This Morning, This Is Not My Cat, Not Her Cat. I Call Him Jovi And I Hope He Never Leaves

Image credits: Sidonie Walker

#73 My Driveway, Not My Cat. This Is Stubs (Guess Why)

So we share a drive with our neighbours and since we moved in April, there hasnt been a day where Stubs hasn't said hello in the morning on our way at to work or or a good day in the afternoon when we're coming home.

Thanks for being the highlight of my days Stubs

Image credits: Georgina Robjant

#74 I Call Him Porch Kitty. He Began Living Under My Back Deck When He Was A Baby Kitty

Lived there for two years before I finally gained his trust. When he first let me touch him he was skin and bones and the biggest head I've ever seen. Now after almost 6 months of allowing me to feed him, he is filled out, and while he will not come in the house (big dog scary) I have officially claimed him as ours. He has the best meaty head and cheeks ever!

Image credits: Akkalena Kline

#75 First Photo: This Was Not My Cat, He Just Entered My House And Slept In My Bed Second Photo: Now He Climbs Me Third Photo: He's Definitively My C A T T O Now

Image credits: Pedro Augusto

#76 Double Trouble ~ My Garden, Not My Cats

Image credits: Stacie Louise Humphrey

#77 My House, Not My Cat

I got here. He was on my porch. I unlocked the door and he barreled right the heck in. Took over my bed and is fast asleep. Turns out he has a nasty infected wound in his back foot. Something tore his inner toe from the rest of the foot. Stinks! To the vet at 4:45

Image credits: Carrie Sere Williams

#78 I Was Sitting In My Car In The Garage And A Neighborhood Cat (Mr. Mean) Decided I Was Taking Too Long To Get Him His Treats. He Used To Be The Meanest Cat Ever, Thus His Name. I Had Him Tnrd And Now He’s A Big Mush

Image credits: Patricia Markey Bachi

#79 Our Resident Stray Brought A Friend That’s A Mini Version Of Himself

Image credits: Lars Gustav Midbøe

#80 My Apartment, Not My Cat

A couple of weeks back, I noticed this guy out the back of our apartment block.

Thin, but not starving. Not neutered. And very feral.

I gave him a little food.

Fast forward two weeks and he's here every day for food at the same time, will allow me to scratch his forehead with one finger, and hangs out just inside my door.

He ate inside one time, and then decided to drag all the food outside piece by piece. He also enjoys drinking water from the filthy puddle outside, glaring at anyone who comes near him, and running frantically away from the toy I gently placed beside him.

I call him A-hole.

Image credits: Ivan Heneghan

#81 My Cat Showing Off To One Of The Neighbourhood Girls That Comes By Sometimes

Image credits: Ana Bettencourt Costa

#82 Panther Has A Doppelgänger That Shows Up On Our Front Porch, He Just Looks Like A More Angular Version Of Her

Image credits: Vernon Jurman

#83 Seems Like 'Not My Cat' Has Found Himself A Warm Bed...