This is Pumpkin and he always sleeps in these strange contorted poses. He never loafs. Is he actually comfortable like that?

Little update: I found out today that his owner abandoned him in a hotel room and just left. 💔

Meet Caseoh. 🧡

The cutest orange kitty ever!

I honestly didn’t even know he existed. I was planning to foster a kitty who was scheduled to be euthanized, but just a few minutes before I arrived, someone had already picked her up.

I was still really happy for her, though. Then they told me, “We have an orange cat too. He’s also scheduled for euthanasia.”

He wasn’t even on the list when I checked, but they said they would add him and that he would be scheduled for euthanasia the next day.

They told me he was aggressive, hissed a lot, and would let people touch him but wasn’t a nice cat. When we picked him up, the lady at the front desk even told me, “If you ever bring him back, he will immediately be euthanized.”

That honestly felt so strange to me. I remember thinking, why would you say that? Don’t they want these cats to have a chance?

When we brought him home, he was scared of me at first. 😂 I was scared too, lol!

But by the second day, he started meowing at me. I sat near him, and he came right over and rubbed himself all over me. He has the cutest little meow..it’s more like an “aoww.” 🥹

He thinks he’s a baby.

He climbed right into my tiny lap, and when we called his name, he started making biscuits. I’m literally writing this post right now, and he’s making biscuits on my tummy. 😂

He licks me like a little dog, and whenever he wants attention, he puts his tiny paw right on my face like, “Excuse me, I need you to pay attention to me!” And he literally cannot stop purring.

He is honestly the sweetest cat in the world. I have never fostered anything like him.

He is very food-motivated. If I’m even a little late giving him his breakfast in the morning, he cries like a baby. He screams like this! 😂 Even though his room is closed, I can still hear him screaming.

And this boy is CHONKY! He eats three cans of food a day. He used to be scared of toys, but now he plays with them like a kitten.

He even shows his belly to my other kitties. 🥹

Caseoh is vaccinated, combo tested negative, microchipped, and neutered.

He is also scheduled for entropion repair surgery on September 30.

He’ll be ready for adoption after his surgery.🧡🎉🎉🎉🎉

Please send this sweet boy all your love and prayers. 🧡🙏🐾

Sometimes all they need is someone to give them a chance.

His story (without photos) was also posted on the Pets subreddit. I hope it’s okay I post here; I’ve posted photos of Huxley before.

I'm completely beside myself and can't stop thinking about what happened. I wanted to share photos so people can see the aftermath of a close-call coyote attack, just how close Huxley came to dying, and the reality of letting your cat go outside. The outcome of him being alive after a coyote attack and without profound injury is a miracle.

He's under the care of an emergency vet, so I'm not looking for medical advice.

The story is, I started letting Huxley outside as an adult because I felt guilty that I couldn't provide enough enrichment indoors. He was always incredibly good about staying in our enclosed front area or the neighboring townhouse courtyard, and he'd always come when called. I'd never seen a coyote anywhere near our street, and he absolutely loved being outside.

I thought I was improving his life because he was so happy going outside. I’d give everything for him and he’s my best friend. I didn’t recognize the danger I was putting him in. He’s 10 now and has never had an issue going outside.

Last night I let him out. By pure chance, I left my front door open wider than usual while sitting on the couch. If I hadn't, I don't think I would have heard what happened next.

After a while I heard a faint, echoey, and strange dog-like noise outside accompanied by another strange noise. Maybe it was maternal instinct, but I somehow I knew it was Huxley in trouble. I ran outside barefoot, calling for him, following the sound until, at the very end of the street, I found my worst nightmare: Huxley cornered by a coyote. I screamed his name and charged at it, and it ran away.

At first I thought he might be okay because he was alert, standing upright, and he hissed at the coyote running away. Then I got closer. His head was covered in blood, his eyes glazed and one eye was bulging, and although he seemed to recognize me, he looked completely dazed. I went into shock, picked him up, and rushed him to the emergency vet two minutes away. Blood dripped all over me.

I completely broke down when I arrived. I cried so hard I gave myself heartburn and tasted blood. Thankfully, it looks like he's going to survive. The vet said he put up an incredible fight - they found clumps of coyote fur under his claws. He has a puncture wound inside his mouth that may need stitches, but remarkably there was no evidence of neurological injury. At one point after he was stabilized, he was even exploring the exam room and rubbing his head against my hand before going back into shock and needing oxygen after trying to use the litter box.

The vet told me his head had basically been inside the coyote's mouth, yet somehow he escaped without skull fractures or catastrophic injuries. I paid to have a radiologist urgently review his X-rays, which thankfully showed no fractures, although they did find an unexpected, unrelated lung mass.

He hasn’t eaten since what happened and neither have I.

I'll never let him roam outside again unless it's in a secure catio or on a harness. If you're thinking this is my fault, I promise I already feel that every second. I would give anything to go back and stop this from happening.

I just hope that when I scared the coyote away, Huxley felt safe again. I would have done anything to protect him, but I didn’t do enough.

Driving home without my best friend at the crack of dawn was one of the hardest things I've ever experienced. The utter fear I was going to get a phone call telling me he didn’t make it was torment. I can't stop thinking about how terrified and hurt he must have been. I'm just unbelievably grateful he's still alive.

Please keep Huxley in your thoughts. He was only doing what made him happy - exploring the world. He didn't know the danger. I should have. I would trade places with him in a heartbeat.

Edit: I went to bed after an incredibly difficult day feeling so loved by all the supportive and kind comments. Then, I woke up this morning after crying myself to sleep to so many comments of love and support for Huxley and even myself (even if I don’t deserve it) that I’m still getting through them. I’m reading and upvoting every single one. This community is incredible and I can’t thank everyone enough or even begin to say how much these comments and everyone’s support mean to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

UPDATE: I visited him today and got to hang out in an exams room with him this time. Lots and lots of cuddles and soothing him. He didn’t purr, but he made happy grunty noises at one point. I stayed for two and a half hours and only left because I had a cleaner coming to clean and sanitize my bedroom (because that’s where Huxley will be kept when he gets back).

He's almost 5 months old (will be on the 2nd of August), is he too big for his age? did he have a growth spurt or is he gonna be huge?🤔

I was told Ginger is around 3 years old. He was abandoned by his previous owner (2 weeks outside) and I was asked to take him in by my grandma because she knew I like cats. He's so very sweet and vocal but not loud- lots of mrrps. Love this guy to bits!

New pet owner fatigue is real and I feel a bit antsy worrying about him but Im sure with time we will both settle down more, hes already super chill especially considering his situation(only been a few days now)

I found her almost dead in a dumpster 4 years ago, best find of my life! 🧡

Can you guess who the spare human is?

SMH 🤦‍♀️

Just adopted this sweet baby boy recently, and well… every single thing I’ve heard about orange cats is true to a T.

Mouse is truly the sweetest, most curious, and playful creature I have ever met. He may not be the smartest (or even aware that he exists at times), but it is completely impossible not to fall in love with him. I can’t believe how much joy he has brought into my life. He doesn’t have a single spicy bone in his entire being, enjoys infinite pets and cuddles, and purrs whenever I’m nearby—even in his sleep.

I have never felt so loved. If you have the opportunity to give an orange baby a home, you will NOT regret it 🧡