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08/23/2025

Good morning from Goose! HONK! 📣🪿

08/22/2025

08/03/2025

Saying that you are going well ❤️‍🩹

07/05/2025

Goose is ready for duty in the Kitterverse! HONK! 📣🪿 Insta360

06/17/2025

Amazing Capture !!!












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06/15/2025

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06/15/2025

They have nothing in common.

Nothing—except the most important thing: love.

The large, imposing Maine C**n is Magnus. The small, all-white one is Kiwi. When I adopted them, it was separately. A few months apart.

Magnus was majestic, calm, almost regal. A true living-room feline, with a confident walk and piercing eyes.

Kiwi, on the other hand, was… something else. Found in a cardboard box near a dumpster, trembling, eyes half-shut, tongue hanging out, and a clumsy gait that revealed a neurological issue.

They told me he'd probably need care his whole life. That he might never play like a “normal” cat. That he’d be slow. Different.

And yet… I said yes.

I remember the day I brought Kiwi home. Magnus looked at him with suspicion. A look that said: “What is this weird thing that can’t even walk straight?”

I was afraid. That Magnus would reject him. That he wouldn’t tolerate him.

But nature has its mysteries.

Little by little, Magnus got closer. He stayed nearby, silent, while Kiwi tried to drink without shaking. He slept next to him, as if to protect him.

He tolerated the cuddles, the clumsiness, the accidental bumps. He didn’t growl when Kiwi climbed on him to warm up. He would simply lay a paw on him, gently. As if to say, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Today, they’re inseparable.

Despite his condition, Kiwi has found a sense of stability in Magnus. He imitates him, follows him everywhere, rubs up against him, as if drawing strength from him. And Magnus has become a patient big brother. A rock.

They don’t come from the same world.

One comes from comfort, the other from abandonment.

One is strong, the other fragile.

But together, they make the perfect pair.

This photo tells their story. Magnus, looking slightly unimpressed, tolerating everything with love. And Kiwi, tongue out, snuggled up to him, unable to hide his happiness.

There is nothing more beautiful than the love between two beings who were never meant to meet—but somehow, miraculously, found each other.

And never let go.

06/12/2025

I just want to show off my true loves. One of these two is part a-hole and comes up with something new to get in trouble daily. Honestly, he’s too cute to get in trouble. Before we adopted him, he was returned to the Humane Society because “the child had an allergy” (one of the top excuses according to our local HS).
After 3 days of acclimation (with the other cat) he had full run of the house. We found out immediately why he was returned. 🤣 We discovered that he’s obsessed with loaves of bread. Early on, he made a mad dash for a piece is sushi, and blind-sided my daughter for a mouth full of popcorn. It was quite impressive to see how calculating he was and how he kept the piece of sushi whole. I also didn’t know cats could squirrel away that many pieces of popcorn in their mouths.
So basically he needed a home that was willing to put up with his antics. We were ready for it and laugh daily at the things he comes up with. I didn’t even scratch the surface on the things he does and can do. Last week when he was being a butt, I told him that we got him on clearance. 🤣
Someone once told me that our pets are angels on earth, and they pass when we no longer need them. I lost both of my dogs within about 8 months of each other, after being diagnosed with stage IV ovarian cancer. I told my family that we weren’t getting more pets because I didn’t know if I’d have the capacity to take care of them. My son promised to do everything, and he has (including helping take care of me during the worst days). At that point I had already revaluated what was really important in life (although I thought I already had). Something like this is a game changer for evaluating how you want to spend your time and who you want to spend it with.
He adopted one of the cats and then we went back to get the wild man about 6 months later. Our wild man was perfect because we all know that laughing is great for health and healing. That was all in 2021 - 2022. I’m having a reoccurrence (part of living with stage IV Ovarian), and we couldn’t have made a better choice in adopting either of our babies.
If you made it this far, thank you for letting me share my story. Also, adopt that kitten/cat you’ve been thinking of adopting. Life is short, there’s a kitty out there somewhere that needs a good home