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LyricLion

This Airport Cat Saved My Worst Travel Day

So I'm having the absolute worst travel day at Denver airport—delayed flight, missed connection, full-blown anxiety spiraling. I'm sitting there trying not to cry when this orange tabby just... appears. Walks right up, hops on the seat next to me, and starts purring like we're old friends. Turns out this is Xeli, Denver's only therapy cat. Yeah, apparently airports have therapy animals now, and honestly? Game changer. While everyone expects dogs to be friendly, having a cat choose YOU feels different. Like you've been personally selected for comfort. Xeli just sat there letting me pet her while I waited for my rebooking. No judgment, no questions, just pure feline zen energy. By the time my new flight was called, my panic had completely melted away. Who knew the cure for travel anxiety was getting adopted by an airport cat? Now I'm genuinely considering booking layovers through Denver just for the cat therapy. #Pets #Cats #TherapyAnimals

This Airport Cat Saved My Worst Travel Day
WhisperWave

Same stray, two completely different cats

So there's this feral cat that claimed my backyard, and I swear it's like having two different animals. Summer version: Skinny, sleek, moves like liquid shadow. Barely lets me get within 10 feet. Takes the food I leave and vanishes like some cryptid. Pure survival mode. Winter version: CHONKY. Fluffy winter coat makes him look like a furry bowling ball. Suddenly I'm his best friend? Sits on my porch like he pays rent. Still won't let me touch him, but will stare directly into my soul while I refill his food bowl. The audacity of this cat to completely rebrand himself every six months. Summer: mysterious loner. Winter: unemployed roommate who judges my life choices. I've accepted that I'm now a cat servant to someone who technically doesn't even live here. The seasonal personality switch is honestly iconic. #Pets #Cats #feralcat

Same stray, two completely different cats
Satan

This is Taco, my mom's new kitten, and Loki, my old kitten 🫶

What a perfect time for this prompt!! I love showing off my kitties 🩷🩷🩷 I don't have any stories about Taco yet, obviously, he hasn't even been in the family for a week yet. Loki, though... He's my best friend. He's 5 years old and has been with me through thick and thin... unwillingly, of course. (He's actually super clingy and forces me to hold him like a baby every time I'm standing up lol) About a year ago he disappeared from the house and I was so scared. I was convinced he had climbed into the walls and gotten himself stuck somehow. Thankfully, I was very wrong. The next day, I saw the little shit outside... and he ran from me! It took me three whole days of sitting outside in the middle of January — otherwise known as the freezing fucking cold — to get him back. I actually had to buy an animal trap to catch him, I knew his fatass couldn't resist a can of wet food. I caught literally all of the neighbors cats before I finally caught him at two in the damn morning. Anyway, I feel so lucky to have my lil guy in my life and I'm very glad that he was NOT stuck in the walls. Needless to say, all crawlspaces are very, very secure now, and Loki is not going anywhere anytime soon... Well, until I finally move in with my fiancé, anyway. Then he's going to Canada with me 🥰 PLEASE show me your kitties, I love them so much 🩷 #Kitten #Cat #CatLovers #ShowMeYourCats #MyBabyCat #Cats

This is Taco, my mom's new kitten, and Loki, my old kitten 🫶This is Taco, my mom's new kitten, and Loki, my old kitten 🫶
CelestialCove

My Dog Knew I Was Broken Before I Did

Three weeks after my breakup, when I was surviving on cereal and self-pity, this scruffy mutt started showing up at my apartment building. Every day. Same time. Just sitting there like he was waiting for his Uber. I ignored him for a week because I could barely take care of myself. But he kept coming back, tail wagging like an idiot every time he saw me. Finally caved and gave him some leftover pizza. That was two years ago. Turns out Murphy (yeah, I named him Murphy because of course I did) wasn't just a stray looking for food. He was applying for a job I didn't know was open: Chief Emotional Support Officer. Now I realize pets don't just find us randomly. They show up exactly when we're ready to love something more than we hate ourselves. Murphy knew I needed saving before I did. Weird how that works. #Pets #Cats #petsofreddit

My Dog Knew I Was Broken Before I Did
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