My family met her 6 years ago. She came to our home and cried for help, while being pregnant and heavily injured. We saved and adopted her. He liked dark and remote spots, so my room became her favourite place. Then she become my personal cat — my laptop and armchairs were her beloved locations as well. Unfortunately, she got a tumor about 3 years ago and we couldn’t do anything about it — the tumor returned after a surgery and by that moment other treatments were considered as too dangerous. I knew that this outcome is inevitable but still can’t imagine my life without her.
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I decided to adopt a cat, and got everything ready for it. I saw an association on Facebook who do that, loôs good with some good reviews. Went there asked a lot of questions and asked to be sure that the cat is healthy.

Well, I go back home and noticed that he walks weirdly. Bring it to the vet. And that was the x-ray I got.

Well the vet told me that it's like 2000US dollars to fix it. And also they say the cat is more like 6months old and not three like they told me. I contacted the association because I am not able to spend that much. They got the cat back and now they are debating if they will do the operation because it's also a lot of money for them.

I'd love to keep that cat but I am not sure if I can trust them and there vet. I feel very bad to think that I shouldn't get it even if they do the operation. I feel like a bad person.

I don't really need advice but they are welcome. I just feel bad.

Meet Philia/Philly! She’s 7 months old and may or may not have already been a mother. (Shelter had some mixed info, so was uncertain! Poor baby.)

She’s my first cat, but my husband grew up with both cats and dogs. <3 I’ve always loved both, but my mom was allergic to cats.

We lost our dog, Noa, on May 7th and every day has been a struggle. We miss her so much; she was our baby, my soul dog, for 19 wonderful years until heart and kidney disease claimed her. She survived cancer at 15, even. She was a fighter. We didn’t think we’d be ready for another furbaby, but things happened that pushed us in this direction, and we decided that love and grief and missing Noa, and new love, can coexist. We had space to rescue someone. And Noa rescued me when I was grieving an incredible loss, so…

In some ways, it even felt like Noa nudged us this way—we always joked that Noa was cat software in dog hardware because she was very cat coded in so many ways, and Philly has a few little behaviors that were so unique to Noa. So it’s all very bittersweet. <3

Anyway, here’s Philly! I saw her and just knew. There were two cats I was debating between, one who was very in-your-face and demanding attention, and then Philia, who was just playing by herself in the background. Philly was who I was most drawn to and felt that instant connection with, but I was nervous and thinking that maybe the super social one would be easier for a first time cat owner? Maybe the the one playing by herself would be too much high energy kitten to handle? Well. The other one got adopted before we could meet them, and I’m so happy she did! Philly was SO shy once we got to meet her and hid—but we knew she was the one. Noa was shy, too, but came out of her shell around us. Of course we’d take her! But I guess she’d been there for a while because of that shyness. ):

Anyway, the shyness didn’t last long and she’s a very chatty, social kitty who demands love and attention. <3 And she is so incredibly sweet. She plays without claws, gives gentle love bites, likes belly rubs, and we’ve already exchanged slow blinks! 😭 She’s still recovering from her spay so she’s in the bathroom for now as she settles and heals, and she wants OUT! But we already have a nice set-up for her once she’s healed enough to be crazy!

Not pictured: a cat fountain on the other side of the room that she is still trying to decide what to make of. xD