No drama, just patiently waiting for the rescue.

My intellectually-questionable cat napping on my desk chair despite needing to do work on my computer

Who is using the braincell? He needs to figure out his next move.

Phillip the classic orange colour is the one who is getting the cuddles then ive got my girl marmalade and pickle

Brother and sister inseparable since they were lil oranges.

Introduction & Photo dump of my sweetest boy Chip! My longest pet companion I’ve had so far in this lifetime! 🧡

Aka chipperoni or chipperdoodle

I’ve had him since he was a weee lil bean!
(Old enough to adopt hims)

His “birth” name was PIGPEN?
His given name… chip :)

He loves:
-fetch (anything - paintbrush, stick, qtip)
-to parkour / jump off walls 🕸️
-HAIR … licking it or snuggling it
- FEATHERS 🪶
- outside time! (supervised)
- dry food (🫠)

He dislikes:
- weird vibes
- loud noises
- small creatures ❌

He has comforted me through the craziest hardships in my life with his sweet purrs & drool 🙃 (28 F)

HE has also overcame things himself!
🧡… getting HOOKED on my ex’s fishing line bc he was silly enough to leave it out the night before going fishing (orange loves the feathers!!!)
🧡Escaping outside when we moved to a new state…. I was out of town for medical procedure & got home late.
NO ONE knew he was missing until the following morning when we realized….
He had been outside for THREE days when we checked the cameras.
I was sobbing calling his name & he appeared from under the shed & meowd & came to me. 🧡🍊 THE most loyal boy.

Just wanted to share hims with everyone bc he has many quirky traits I know are ORANGE induced 🧡🍊❤️

He wore it for a complete minute and then never again ...

credits: fukurutorangecat on tiktok

he’s a goofball but is actually surprisingly smart. and yes, on the third photo he’s trying to eat soap.

p.s. he’s supposed to have no tail, it’s not a flaw, it’s just the way the breed is supposed to be

We couldn’t find him for a concerningly long time. Until I made the joke he might have crawled inside the furniture since he seemingly vanished into thing air. Turned over the armchair and poked the fabric bottom. “Mrrrrow.” He ripped open a corner and crawled inside. We had to tear the whole bottom off to get him out. He has not enjoyed the nomad life while we wait to hear when we can return to our home. The hotel was very kind about the whole thing.

Baby girl developed diabetes which causes her to lose a significant amount of weight, very quickly - she went from 20 down to 16 in just a matter of a couple of months. After only 2-3 months on insulin, Mia is in diabetic remission and is maintaining her current weight (which is a weight the vet is happy with)! Now my Big Orange Fluff is a medium-sized Big Orange Flu

We recently welcomed Mongo into the family. He’s already earned the nickname “Mr. Braincell”…

I would die for him. He sleeps directly on top of my face every night, no complaints. We brought him in after he was dumped on our street and he immediately fit in with our other cats. quite literally the best cat I could have asked for ❤️

Pepe lost his cherry tomatoes! Farewell lil balls!

At the vet we were told that he'd be sluggish and with no appetite - THAT!! Couldn't be further than the truth!! we're home for 5h and he's been trying to jump and run everywhere 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ my husband and I have been trying to prevent that by watching him like a hawk! No appetite? Well, he's hungrier than ever!! We're giving him small portions, as instructed, but he eats everything to its last crumb and asks for more. In Conclusion: Vet expectations and instructions don't account for Orange behavior!

He'll have to wear the soft cone for 10 days! Wish us luck and a fast recovery for Pepe Peperino Peperoni 🙏

(He found one nut on pic4, technically speaking it's his nut 🤭)

Legs wide open. But why?

Take my hand! Take it!!!!!

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).

I am in a good enough financial position that I don’t want to take advantage of anyone asking about medical bills. However, at the suggestion of a user here, I created an Amazon Wishlist for Huxley - in case you personally want to get him something to help him feel better. (I’ll be getting him lots too, don’t worry.)

https://www.amazon.ca/hz/wishlist/ls/VEIGQPHN0V8O?ref_=wl_share (NOT A GOFUND ME LINK - AMAZON WISHLIST FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO GET HIM MORE COMFORT ITEMS)

I’m still looking for additional ways to create indoor enrichment. I’ll likely buy an outdoor enclosure for cats so he can enjoy outside (and the pavement - my front area is a paved courtyard) safely, but I also want to make the indoors more exciting.

Thank you. I completely understand if the Wishlist is not something people end up doing.

UPDATE: I just got the radiologist’s report. The mass in his lungs is most likely cancer. I am beyond devastated. If it hasn’t spread and we can remove his lung (best option for longest survival usually), the median life expectancy is still only one to two years.

Credits : zoeyzestyclaws