2, 2018: "Catnip is so surreal. You really can get
yourself a couple of beers and sit down for a wholesome
afternoon of doing drugs with your cat." - actually_crazy_irl
Gratuitous Kute Kittiness: "Drop the bacon. Drop the bacon. Drop
the bacon. Drop the bacon..."
Cat Mewvie: Rufus' tower.
Feline Art: Japanese cat
print, Edo period.
Kitty Kool This Summer.
If you're feeling hot and bothered in the heat, imagine how your cat
must feel with a coat of fur.
High temperatures, and exposure to direct sunlight, can be dangerous
for your cat.
According to animal charity Blue Cross, sun damage can lead to skin cancer
which may require extensive surgery – even amputation in severe
Pale-coloured felines are vulnerable to sunburn, particularly on their
ears and noses, as well as any sparsely-haired areas.
Here's how to protect your cat from the heat, according to Blue Cross.
How can I keep my cat cool in the sun?
Keep your cat indoors when the sun is strongest, between 11.00am and
Alternatively, cover vulnerable areas of their body with sunblock, or
regularly apply a non-toxic waterproof sunscreen.
Your cat needs access to clean drinking water at all times, ideally in
a large bowl filled to the brim. Older cats are particularly vulnerable
Grooming is important, especially for long-haired animals. A tangle-free
coat will protect your pet’s delicate skin and keep them cool.
Some animals may need their coats trimming – seek advice from a
Seek veterinary advice if your cat’s skin looks sore, crusty or
How can I prevent my cat from getting heatstroke?
Keep your cat hydrated, make sure their water bowl is full at all times.
On hot days, let you cat outside during the cooler parts of the day,
i.e early morning and late evening.
Watch your pet for signs of over-heating, including heavy panting and
loss of energy. If you recognise these signs, encourage your cat to drink
Signs of heatstroke include collapsing, excessive panting, and dribbling.
If you suspect your cat is suffering from heatstroke, move them to a
cool place, preferably where there is a draught. Wet their coat with
water and contact a vet immediately. Use cool, not freezing, water.
3, 2018: "Having your own dog is stressful but playing
with someone else's dog is amazing. Having your own cat
is amazing but playing with someone else's cat is stressful." -
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Sighhh. Maybe I'll just run away and
join the circus."
Cat Mewvie: Miracle tornado cat.
Feline Art: "Tonails",
by Danial Ryan.
5, 2018: "Cats sleeping on your lap look cute, but
it's still a tiny carnivore you've convinced to live in
your house with you." - FeralHousewife
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Man! I need a vacation!"
Cat Mewvie: Fever coat kitten.
Art: "Minou and Meditation" by Will Barnet.
6, 2018: "Imagine how adorably cute saber tooth kittens
might have been." - Dadikoe
Gratuitous Kittiness: "Let's get this party started!"
Cat Mewvie: The Magic Trick.
Feline Art: "Sea
Cat Who Saved My Life
by Pasha Nielsen
About a year and a half ago, I was having a shit time. My career was
going nowhere, I was convinced all my friends hated me and I had decided
I was fundamentally a terrible person at my core.
I couldn’t see any beauty in the world, and I felt my life was
I stopped looking after myself, and even though my partner was worried
sick about me, he worked nights, so I spent most of my time by myself
in our inner-city home. I stopped showering (which made me feel worse
about myself), and stopped eating, which made me prone to fainting. By
Christmas, I weighed 34 kilos.
My partner thought it would be good for me to get a pet. A cuddly pet,
that I could look after and love and talk to at night. We drove to the
Lost Dogs Home in North Melbourne to suss it out. I wanted the oldest,
shittiest one-eyed cat I could find, because in my head it was cruel
to adopt kittens when all these grandad cats were about, lookin’ all
sad and scruffy.
I cuddled almost every single cat in the centre and hadn’t made
a connection with any of them. I was a cat person – I used to let
my family cat drool onto my ponytail when he got old and gross — so
There was one last kitty left that I wasn’t interested in at all.
He was a tiny little black and white baby and had strong David Spade
vibes. He had been found in the street and had a sensitive tummy.
We let him out and he climbed on my shoulders and rubbed against me.
It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was good enough.
I named him Pablo.
I had to get up in the morning to feed him. I had to cook him his fucking
$40 special chicken at night. I had to clean the litterbox for him, which
led to cleaning the laundry for him, then the lounge room. If big dick
energy could be in litter kicking, he had it.
He rewarded me for my good behaviour too. If I showered he would sit
on the sink and sing to me. If I sung Destiny’s Child, he would
sing louder. When I sat on the floor in my towel he sat with me. He followed
me everywhere and inspected everything I did, and the more I lived, the
happier he was.
I had to leave the house to pick up toys and treats for him, so I might
as well get a coffee, or do some grocery shopping. Studying was easier
with my little buddy next to me; he chewed on my pencils if I put them
down. He slept in the doona under my chin like how I imagine a tiny,
furry Idris Elba would.
Each day became a little brighter with Pablo. I was eating, showering,
sleeping, leaving the house; he reminded me I was worthy of love.
Today, I am happy. I’m healthy, I have plans for the future and
I don’t feel isolated and alone.
I wake up to Pablo each morning, and he runs at the door when I come
home. He does my tax return for me, and cooks me dinner after a long
day. No, he doesn’t, but he’s still pretty bloody great.