Cat Carrier Backpack

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catloverfromwayback said: As of forty minutes ago, add this backpack … View attachment 512996 Ha ha ha--: before I read your post I thought someone came over with a cat in a soft carrier & Daisy saying":seriously, why here"?

I have two cat bubble backpacks. One red, one black. One expands to give Kitty a little room, and both have little clips to attach leash for extra caution. Surprisingly sturdy as fat ass whisky is 19 lbs. But since they won't cooperate 🤣 I also have a puffer jacket for a larger dog, a fluffy vest for a smaller dog, and a pet carrier so you can wear your dog on your chest. It's black. You can scroll my other posts as several people flaked so things are still available. As always, I'm downtown on 3rd& Jefferson & my building has security codes sent to your email address or phone number from the app. It's a no contact pickup in my hallway & I'm free day or night, I just need told a time window you expect to pick up. Thanks 👍 submitted by /u/Puzzleheaded_Wing627 to r/PDXBuyNothing [link] [comments]

Meet Leo, my CDS buddy I took in around May 2024. I've never spent much time around a cat before Leo. I grew up in more of a dog-owning family. But I'd see this one hanging around on a sunny hill outside my window, or sheltering from storms in my garden shed, and eventually I decided to break the ice with an offering of my dog's kibble and a bowl of clean water. After that, he started showing himself more and more often. I'd go sit out there with him and let him get used to my presence... and in a matter of weeks, he was perfectly at ease. Even let me rub his belly. Sometimes I'd come out there and towel him off after it rained, or pick the burrs out of his fur when he came out of the woods. Then came one stormy night. He didn't shelter under his usual fallen tree or in the shed, and instead sat there shivering under the eaves of my roof. I was stoned and I got very emotional about it, so I picked him up and locked him in my basement once and for all. He was real upset about that for a while. Spent almost a week meowing at the sliding door, sounding sadder every time, or hiding under furniture. He was never anything but friendly, though. Just upset. I took him to the vet to discover he was not a female, but instead a neutered male of eight-ish years. With asthma that I suspect may have something to do with the fiberglass insulation the previous tenants taped around a cat carrier they left behind. If they did expose this absolute sweetheart to fiberglass and then abandon him, I hate them way more than I already do for all the junk mail I still get for them. And for stealing my grandmother's curtains from this house, but that's getting off topic. During those first months, I spent as much time as I could in the basement with Leo to get him acclimated. I learned a lot about him, and cats in general, during that time. He's no fan of playing with toys or climbing on things. The only time he really "plays" is to rip up any paper left on the floor. He mostly just likes to lounge on chairs and beds... which is fine by me, even though I bought him that expensive cat tower he never used. I also found that he's a total cuddlebug. He'll never pass up an opportunity to get on my lap or sleep on my chest at night. I even had to buy a little set of pet stairs so he'd stop clawing the sheets on his way up onto the bed. There were a few expensive incidents early on. For one, he tore a skin tag off his shoulder and developed an abscess. Then there was his UTI, and the enema the vet had to give him. Those visits were so rough for him that my vet's office now recognizes him by his distinctive "let me out" yowl. But he got through all that, and the love and care he needed along the way helped us bond more than anything. He's been very happy and healthy since then. Nowadays, he can't get enough company. My scrappy old rescue dog stopped trying to attack him eventually, so now he hangs out upstairs where everyone else is. The basement remains his private domain, but he spends most of the day curled up on a backpack he's taken a liking to in my home office's closet. (Dunno why but he really likes nylon.) He's got as much physical affection to show me as any dog I've had before, and that's saying something. Dude loves me to no end. submitted by /u/LesserChimera to r/CatDistributionSystem [link] [comments]

Edit: title should be “I have *been* betrayed” sorry Hello! I am a new cat owner, of a gorgeous 2y/o moggy that came to me via the local shelter. I spent a lot of time preparing for his arrival, making my space (now his space) as cosy as possible, so that this sweet lad would feel safe despite his previously tumultuous existence. However, our first vet check-up approaches and I need a replacement for the shelter-provided cat carrier, which was definitely too small for him (and presumably full of bad memories and rancid vibes). Here is my problem: I don’t have a car, and typically walk everywhere, which is how I planned on taking my cat for his check-up. I live a 10 min walk from the vet. Too close to justify a taxi really—which, if we account for time spent waiting, etc, would likely actually prolong the time my cat spends in the carrier. I’m not particularly weak, and he’s not particularly big (under 5kg), but for stability purposes I would much prefer a carrier with a strap I could wear across my body. That way I can still support with my arms but won’t be afraid I’ll drop him if caught off-guard. It seems like most experts strongly recommend a hard plastic or metal carrier, particularly one that’s top-loading for ease of access. I have done A Lot of research into the best carriers (some would say “too much”), and the Catit Cabrio ticked all my boxes and came out on top—for most people. I am of the unlucky minority that shelled out for this premium carrier then found that the plastic parts on mine did not slot together correctly (it turns out this is a pretty common factory fault), and was left with a flimsy mess that looked and felt ready to fall apart when I picked it up before any weight was even added. 🙃🙃🙃 (it was also maybe too big? But that’s a minor issue compared to its construction) That went back to the shop, and now I turn to you, the good people of CatsUK, in my time of need. We have a week before the vet appointment (and have already lost a full week of planned carrier assimilation time to the whole Cabrio debacle). I am willing to be open-minded about style/material, but would prefer not to opt for a backpack, as it seems most vets consistently warn against them (unless an expert on the sub has other thoughts?). I also think a stroller/rolling option would be difficult for the street I live on, as the pavement isn’t flat or particularly wide in places. Alternatively, is there a (safe, correct) way to attach a sturdy shoulder strap to a traditional hard carrier that doesn’t feel risky? Can I put the hard carrier in a large well-ventilated bag? Do they already make bags for that purpose? Please help me, I have spent so many hours researching this, I’ve lost all sense of perspective. submitted by /u/hamboneshowpoodle to r/CatsUK [link] [comments]

Hello! I have the pictured cat backpack as my cats carrier. It has mesh ventilation on the sides and the “bubble” you see is actually a mesh-style grate instead of a bubble. It appears to meet the measurements and requirements on its side but I don’t see any posts where someone has flown with this style of carrier. Can someone please tell me if they’ve seen this style on flights, or used it themselves? I don’t want to buy another carrier, and I don’t want to use something she isn’t familiar with. We are traveling round trip from Austin, Texas to Cancun, Mexico. Also, please no advice on why you don’t approve of this style of backpack. I’ve heard it, but I am not looking to spend more right now. My cat is very small and used to this one. She fits very comfortably in it, we’ve had it since 2017. Thank you all so much for your time! Happy new year ❣️ submitted by /u/ashes2asscheeks to r/americanairlines [link] [comments]

Wanted to share the oddity I've created lol. I got my kitten a bit spontaneously, and my bedroom wasnt kitten-proofed when I brought her home. I intended on just having her sleep in my living room, but she cried at my bedroom door enough that I decided to just sleep on my couch that night and clean my room the next day. Cue me having a family emergency and then getting some awful virus that knocked me off off my feet. The next night, I hadn't had time to kitten proof my room, so in a desperate move, I put her in her mesh travel backpack, zipped it up, and laid it right beside me in bed. She purred herself to sleep. The next night: same thing, maybe with even more purring. I overslept my alarm, and she woke me up by meowing and scratching at the backpack, so I woke up and took her out to the living room where she immediately hopped into her litter box. Fast forward to my room now being kitten proof, but now when she decides it's time for bed, she hops over to her backpack carrier and yeets herself inside before staring at me until I take her to bed like that. Every night, she purrs and purrs in that freaking backpack until she falls asleep. I know that cats aren't meant to like being contained like dogs do, so I am genuinely at such a loss at what is happening here lol. I'm wondering if she's seeing how much my dog is obsessed with her own crate and it's rubbed off. I'm not forcing her to stay in it or continue this routine, and she's electing to do this, so i guess it's fine, but still odd behavior. Thought I'd share since I've never heard of a cat acting like this submitted by /u/Naive-Independence78 to r/CatAdvice [link] [comments]

My cat has done transatlantic flights and normally goes in a regular carrier. Recently, he has grown fond of traveling around in his backpack. He loves being able to sit upright and it has an extendable section for him to stretch out in. It technically meets size requirements if I need to flip it on the back to stow under seat for takeoff and landing. Has anyone traveled without issue with one? Air France for reference. submitted by /u/Mel_tothe_Mel to r/TravelWithPets [link] [comments]

Hey everyone! My cat loves the outside - any time I open a window she lounges in it for hours. I want to give her the experience of being outside in a safe and controlled way, so I was thinking about buying one of those cat backpacks with a glass bubble or mesh for her to experience the world a little bit. Anyone have any experience with these? Whenever I’ve had to transport her in the car via a carrier she’s meowed a lot (and she’s usually very quiet so I take this as a sign she’s not super happy with it) and I don’t want this to just be another version of being put in the carrier for her. Another fear of mine is that she’ll like it TOO much and become overly attached to it. When she's accidentally gotten let out into the hallway of my apartment building, she's spent a while meowing at my door like she realized there's more to the complex and now NEEDS to see it again. How do I even know if she likes it or dislikes it in the first place? If she meows like she does in the carrier, does that mean she’s not having a good time, like I assume it does for the carrier? Thanks everyone! submitted by /u/Lavaswimmer to r/CatAdvice [link] [comments]

For anyone wanting to know- my original post is here- https://www.reddit.com/r/CharlotteDobreYouTube/comments/1m2o10v/my40m_husband_abandoned_me42f_at_the_hospital/ my 1st update is here- https://www.reddit.com/r/CharlotteDobreYouTube/comments/1mbyykw/update_my40m_husband_abandoned_me42f_at_the/ I thought I would give everyone another update, and I don’t really know how to begin this, and I feel like it’s all over the place; since there are so many things that have happened and are still happening, and I feel like everything is swirling around in my head and I’m having a hard time making sense of everything. A few days after I posted I met with my aunt and uncle again. I started to gather the important documents that I thought we would need- birth certificates marriage certificate, backup EHD’s, the kids photo albums, their school photos and school reports, any sports certificates or trophies the kids baby clothes that they came home in from the hospital with, really anything that was sentimental to me and the kids and I knew were not replaceable, and I even found a few of his bank statements. I shoved them all in a few boxes and covered them with clothes, just in case he saw the boxes, before I could get them to my aunt and uncle, and I would just tell him they were clothes to be given away since I was doing a ‘spring cleaning’. I knew he would never look to see if it was anything more than just clothes. My parents let me know on my second phone, that my aunt and uncle were coming down to take all of mine and the kids sentimental stuff so it would be safe and Drew wouldn’t be able to destroy it if he got angry. This has happened before, with things that my parents gave me or my kids as presents. When I dropped the kids off at school, I then met with my aunt and uncle at the library to take the things back to my parents for safe keeping. I started to panic that I wasn’t doing the right thing and I should try to work things out, and maybe I needed to try harder as a wife; but luckily my aunt is no nonsense person, and she snapped me back into the reality of my situation very quickly. I made a date with them that I would be leaving with the kids, and I had originally set that for end of the school term here, so I wouldn’t have to take the kids out of school in the middle of the term. I also thought that this would give me enough time to get my FTB, since Drew did his taxes not too long ago, and I could use that money to help us get set up once we leave. About 2ish weeks ago (?), I don’t really know, since I feel like the days are just rolling into one, and my sense of time has not been good, everything still feels like a whirlwind and a haze. Drew took time off of work again without telling me and he started to act very weird- he stopped talking to me, and would leave the room whenever I would walk into it; I’d sit down on the couch next to him, and he would get up and leave; he would barely talk to me and even our daughter made comments to me about it. On Thursday, Drew went out shooting with his work mates, and when he came home I was on the computer. He put 2 bullets on the desk right next to me and said ‘these are for you’ and he walked off. I froze and was so scared. My stomach just dropped, and I couldn’t get to my hidden phone and my regular phone was in the other room with him. He came with me to pick up the kids, which he normally doesn’t do on his days off. He wouldn’t let me out of his sight. Friday comes around and I don’t know what happened. We dropped the kids off, and then he asked me if my FTB payment has come through, since he’d done his taxes and got his tax return, so I should be getting my FTB payment and he told me I needed to transfer it to him. I told him that it hadn’t come through yet, which it hadn’t, but he wasn’t happy about that and didn’t believe me. He still was not really talking to me. He told me he was going to take me to Centrelink, and I could ask them about why I didn’t get the payment yet. He drove me to Centrelink, but he wasn’t driving like he normally did, and he was driving aggressively, and it was also raining a lot. When we got to Centrelink, he told me that he would go in with me and ask them about it, but I was able to convince him to stay in the car while I went in. I was going to use that money to help set me and the kids up once we left, and I knew he couldn’t get his hands on it or know when I would be getting it. I walked in and I just stood there soaking wet. I stayed there for about 10 minutes, to make it look like I had talked to someone. I didn’t talk to anyone, and looking back now I should’ve asked for help. I went back to the care, told Drew that the person said that has been a bid hold up with the payment, since it was tax time, and I couldn’t wait to talk to anyone else since I had to go and pick up the kids from school soon. He was so angry, and started to do a thing with his jaw, that he only does when he’s extremely pissed off. On the drive back, he was driving more erratically. The way Drew was driving in and out of traffic, almost hitting cars and swerving, he was driving so erratically that I thought we would end up in a very bad accident. I was so scared, and I told him to stop driving like that and he didn’t care. I honestly thought that he was going to unalive me, with getting into an accident. We made it home, and he told me to go and get the kids, so I left a good 30 minutes before I had to pick the youngest ones up from their primary school. I was able to get my hidden phone from the bathroom, when Drew went outside in the pouring rain, and I left to pick the kids up. I called my mum and just bawled my eyes out. I told her what had happened in the last couple of days with the bullets, him not speaking to me, his driving erratically and she said that I need to get out now. I told my mum that our daughter was walking home and I wouldn’t be able to get her in time before she got home, and if he was going to unalive the kids, I would want him to unalive me too, because they are my world and I wouldn’t want to live without them. I told my parents that I’m leaving on Monday if he doesn’t unalive us all, instead of at the end of school term, so I just needed to hang in for 3 more days. Looking back now, I know that was a stupid decision, but my thoughts were all over the place and it was so hard for me to think logically. When I got back from school pick up our daughter was already there, with one of one of her friends, and Drew was out in the pouring rain, in shorts and t-shirt, fixing the beams on the front veranda. When our youngest asked his father if he was going to take him to soccer practice like he said he would, Drew aggressively flat out said no, and our youngest just started to cry. Drew still didn’t say anything to me. I told Drew that I’ll take all the kids to soccer practice, and he said that the oldest 2 are staying with him. I was lucky that one of my daughter’s friends came home with her after school and I knew he wouldn’t do anything while she was there. On Saturday, he had church meetings all day and had a leadership meeting at night, so I knew me and the kids would have a bit of breathing space and we wouldn’t see him that much. I was so grateful for that, and so were the kids. I needed to figure out a way to get his spare car key for my car, just in case he tried to take my car when he went back to work on Monday. I went to bed early on Saturday night, and I woke up to Drew kneeling down on my side of the bed, after he got home from his meetings, and he had my phone in his hands. It didn’t dawn on me until days later that he was going through my phone. He knows my passcode and I have never stopped him from having access to it, since I have nothing to hide, but I can’t get into his phone or have his passcode, and he gets angry every time I would go to answer it or even pick it up. Anyway, Drew woke me up, since I’m a light sleeper, and he basically said to me that he’s sorry for the way that he’s been acting and if I want, we can go to couple’s counselling. I told him that it’s okay, and that I think I needed to get myself sorted out first, so I think individual counselling will be good for me and then we can do couples counselling. Drew told me that he loved me and put my phone back on my bedside table. In my mind I was thinking I’m already done. I have been done for a long time. It was too little too late for him. I don’t care anymore. And he was back to the loving husband that I once knew. It was so bizarre. There is no other way to put it. It was like he was acting like that last week hadn’t happened and it was just a little argument we had. No biggie. I can’t explain it or wrap my head around it. Sunday came around, and I knew I had to get my car keys from him. He had work in the morning and we were supposed to go to church, but I called him and said that I had ‘lost’ my car keys, and we wouldn’t be going. He got home from work, and I asked if I could have his car keys for my car, since I had to take the kids to school in the morning and I had no idea where they were. He gave them to me. I was getting very anxious through the rest of the day, trying to think in my head if I had everything that I needed for leaving tomorrow., while trying to not let on that we’d be leaving tomorrow. On Monday, I wanted everything to appear as normal as possible so I let my daughter go to school, since it would have raised my MIL’s suspicions if our daughter wasn’t at school and she would be on the phone to Drew right away. Drew insisted that for high school our kids attend the high school my MIL teaches at. He left for work I gave him a kiss goodbye, but didn’t tell him that I loved him, like I normally do, and he didn’t even realise it. I looked in and under my car, and found a tracker. I took it off and left it inside the house. I grabbed everything I could fit in backpacks for my kids, put the cats in their carriers, since there was no way in hell, I was going to leave them behind, since they are my babies too. Took out the battery of my normal phone and called my parents on my secret phone to tell them I was leaving. I went to my daughter’s school and said there was an emergency. When she got to the car, I told her to hurry up and get in, she saw the boys were crying and I took her phone and took out the battery. Then she started to cry and asked what was going on. I told her we were going to Nanna and Grandads house for awhile and she thought that something had happened to them. I told the kids that Nanna and Grandad were okay, but we’re leaving. The kids calmed down after a bit. About an hour out of my hometown, I called my MIL to tell her that Drew would be coming home to an empty house and that we had left and I was done with him. She said to me ‘Do you really thinks that’s best for you and the kids? You need to work things out.’ This is from the person who whenever I had a problem with Drew, and asked her for help, she would always ask me where I was on my cycle and if I was being hormonal; and as she said quite a few times ‘there’s nothing wrong with Drew, he’s perfect’. Yes, she would say that to me so often. I told her that ‘Drew was so fucked up in the head and he needs serious help. He’s a monster’ and ‘I’m completely done with him and your family’. It was so nice to finally say that to her. I felt so bad that he would come home to an empty house. I don’t know why I felt that way after all he’s done. I got to my parent’s house, and the kids ran to them and gave them big hugs, and it was like the kids were coming on a holiday. They were so excited to be there, but they did say to my parents that they don’t understand what’s going on. I just started sobbing so bad when I saw my parents. I had snot running down my nose, I could barely see from all the tears, and I told my parents that I’m so sorry. The next day, that’s when things really started to ramp up with him, his family, and people we know from our church. I honestly thought that leaving would be the hardest thing, but it’s not. I went to see a solicitor, I’ll call her Bonnie, she is a local member of the church we belong to (Mormon) in my hometown. While I was in there meeting with her, I got a phone call from Drew’s female boss, his sergeant(?) on my mum’s phone. She asked to speak to me and my mum thought it was to do with me getting emergency funds to help with a rental and getting the basics for me and the kids. Drew’s boss told me that she ‘is taking good care of him’ and ‘to not worry about him’, and she will ‘make sure’ he’s okay. She said something else to me, and I started crying and asked her ‘who going to keep us safe from him?’ and I hung up on her. Bonnie asked who it was I and told her through the tears. I barely remember anything else from what she said after that. I couldn’t stop crying. Over the next week and a bit, I had 2 of the church leaders call me one saying that Drew was now saying that the kids aren’t his and won’t pay child support, since I had filed for CS the day after we arrived at my parents. My former leader asked me if this was true, so I said to him that we’ll get a DNA test for them and that will prove they are Drew’s kids. The other leader was told I would be returning with the kids and if the kids would be participating in a the children’s presentation, I told him no. That should have been my first clue. I also got very abusive messages on my social media from people that I thought were my friends from my church in the city, telling me I needed to return the kids to their father, I needed to fix my marriage, and I was going to hell for leaving my husband and breaking up my family. I blocked everyone from my old congregation. Drew’s brother, Pierce, is also high up in our church. I found out that Pierce had called the local leader, I’ll call him Steve, in my hometown, who is married to Bonnie, and told Steve that I was very mentally unstable and they- meaning their entire family, are concerned that I was going to harm the kids. When Steve got this phone call, Bonnie was there. She said to Steve that he shouldn’t believe what Pierce and his family are saying, because there is a ‘real fear there’ and ‘she needs help’. Steve didn’t say anything about me and the kids and played dumb when he talked to Pierce. I let the kids call Drew after a few days on my mum’s phone, and he said to the kids that we are all going to sit down at the table and talk this out as a family and we will be going back there, which made the kids start crying and saying they don’t want to go back after he hung up. I had cops banging on my parents door and had 3 cop cars come to my parents’ house, blocking off the street, and had them take me, my kids, and parents to a hotel with camera’s everywhere for our safety; since someone called in saying that Drew was on his way to my hometown and he was about an 30 or so minutes away. My kids have never been so terrified in their entire lives. We still don’t know if it was really him or if it was some sick game he was playing. I’ve had detectives call me about this incident, and I later found out had nothing to do with investigating it and they weren’t even located in the same town as we are in. One of the uniformed officers said they had no idea who called it in, but Drew’s boss, yes the one who called me, went to the marital home and drove by and his car was in the drive way, which doesn’t really mean anything, they never checked to see if he was actually there, but did call him and Drew said he was in the backyard. They believed him. I had my dad's phone on me, while my mum and my daughter were out together and my dad had taken my boys fishing, and Drew called. He has never called my dad's phone before and he had blocked his number, so I picked it up not thinking it could be him. He said to me ‘I will be picking you up and you will be coming back home and we will be talking about this’. I froze as soon as I recognised his voice and I had a full-on panic attack after I hung up on him. I managed to call my mum, and I could barely get the words out, all she heard was Drew and coming here, and she literally dropped what she was doing and came home. My daughter was freaking out and was so scared too. And to top it all off, he filed an emergency child recovery order and I will need to go to court in about a week. My kids are so scared that we will have to go back to the city and return back to him. So things have just gotten worse since I left and I feel like I can’t do it and I’m not strong enough to get through this. I’m still scared of Drew and what he can and will do. Every time I think he can’t get any worse, he seems to be able to get to a lower level of massive assholery that I didn’t even know was possible. I will be seeking an AVO against him, but it’s like as he’s told me many times before, it’s just a piece of paper. He knows what to do to walk that fine line so there are no consequences for breaching it. submitted by /u/Glitter-Jumper5202 to r/CharlotteDobreYouTube [link] [comments]

I am the original poster (u/CreativePrimary2572) and this is my first BoRU. Original posts submitted to r/seniorkitties. Do not comment on linked posts. Latest update is 7 days old. ⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Brief mention of infertility, a brief moment involving a man shouting outside a library, and light references to voting/political affiliation (nonpartisan context) ⚠️ Mood Spoilers: Wholesome, silly, slightly chaotic ——- 🔹 Roxy turns 18: she’s my ESA, my shadow, and she deserves to vote. How do I celebrate her properly? - May 27, 2025   Hi! I have an absolute sweetheart of a cat named Roxy. She is my heart cat, my ESA, the apple of my eye. I raised her from a tiny kitten, and she’s turning 18 years old next week! As I can’t have biological children, I feel even more strongly about celebrating this milestone in a fun, memorable way. Here’s my idea: I want to load Roxy into her comfy, see-through cat backpack and take her to our local library. Once there, I’d walk up to the librarian and ask for a voter registration form, saying, “My 18-year-old’s birthday is today.” Then I’d slowly turn to reveal Roxy blinking lazily in the carrier. I’d follow up with: “She’s mostly interested in registering for jury duty; she loves judging her peers. But of course, she’s registering as an Independent. No one can sway her.” And then I’d flee laughing, registration form in hand. Important note: Roxy would never leave the carrier, and I’d make sure she’s safe and comfortable. She’s not a nervous cat, and she enjoys being part of low-key outings like this, especially if they have a slightly adventurous spirit. That said, I’m a rule follower at heart and don’t want to get banned from the library if the staff doesn’t have a sense of humor or if this crosses a line. So: • Is this idea too much? • Would you try it? • Any alternative ideas for celebrating an 18th cat birthday in a fun but respectful way? Thanks in advance from me and my soon-to-be 18-year-old! She loves you all, but she also slightly judges your choice in shoe wear. (The attached photo is her forsaking all heated beds to opt for a comfortable foot pillow instead.) 📸 Editor’s Note - Cat tax - Roxy using a royal foot pillow Description: A long-haired black-and-white tuxedo cat is curled up comfortably on a man’s outstretched bare foot, while he reclines on a couch. Roxy is facing the camera with a self-satisfied expression, her thick fur flowing around her like a blanket. RELEVANT COMMENTS 🔝 u/soporificat: She’s beautiful. 18 is amazing! I’m sure she will love anything you do to celebrate her! Treats, attention, snuggles! It does sound like she’d enjoy an adventure away from home where she could make friends and gain admirers 😀. You could put a birthday girl sign on her carrier? I don’t see why you’d be banned for your plan unless they have a super strict no animals policy? I actually have no idea what the rules are for animals in carriers, but being banned seems extreme? As an aside, I’m pretty sure she’d judge me for more that just my footwear 🙃. Whatever you decide, I hope she has a wonderful birthday!! OOP: Oh my goodness, a sign! That is such a great idea!! If this goes down, a sign is definitely happening. Thank you for the suggestion! And thanks, too, for the warm words and well-wishes! 💙🐈‍⬛ u/TouchOld1201: Just keep enjoying time together. Those memories you create will warm your heart in years to come. And for now just shower her with attention and love. 🔹UPDATE POST - June 4, 2025 (8 days later)   Thank you to everyone for your wonderful comments and responses to my original post (which can be found here: [Link posted above]). I’m happy to report an update, as today is Roxy’s momentous 18th birthday. You all helped give me the courage to take her to the library. I chose a nearby library, just a 12-minute drive, located on a road well known for odd local shenanigans. The kind of place where, if something strange happened and you heard it took place there, you’d simply say, “Well, of course it happened on that road.” I figured the librarians were used to unusual happenings. I loaded Roxy into her clear backpack carrier and drove her over. Spirits were high. She seemed excited for the outing. Once we arrived, I put on the backpack and walked to the entrance. Next to the door was a large sign, quite direct, stating that pets were not allowed. My nerve wobbled a little. But I’d come this far, and nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I walked inside. A quiet, middle-aged man was behind the front desk. Two other men stood nearby; whether they were patrons or staff, I couldn’t say. The librarian gave me a polite smile and asked how he could help. “Yes, today is my 18-year-old’s birthday, and I’d like a voter registration form, please,” I said, trying to sound completely normal. To my surprise, he found the form immediately. I hadn’t expected such readiness in a non-election year. He handed it over and looked at me, waiting. I thanked him, folded the form along the perforation, and said, “She’s mostly interested in jury duty. She’s very passionate about judging her peers.” “Oh,” he said with a nod and an indulgent smile. “I brought her with me today. Would you like to meet her?” This was the moment I realized I was drifting into Crazy Town. He blinked, just a flicker of confusion, but nodded again. The smile stayed fixed on his face. I turned slowly, watching his expression as I did. He looked at my backpack. His eyes widened. The other two men turned to look, then physically recoiled. I could see the doubt in his face, so I leaned forward slightly and said, “Today is her 18th birthday. I just wanted to be able to say that I took her to get a voter registration form. Thank you for letting me have this memory.” His posture softened. He smiled more genuinely. “Ah. You’re welcome.” Right then, a frazzled woman burst in through the front door, announcing that a crazed man was in the parking lot yelling obscenities and needed to be dealt with. I took that as my cue to make a quick exit, form in hand. Once I got Roxy back into the car, I snapped the photo you see above. I told her, “Well, Roxy, your mama may be awkward, but she makes good memories.” She said nothing, which I took as agreement. Later, I took the second photo of her at home. She’s sitting at the table, staring at her form like she’s weighing the seriousness of her newly acquired civic duty. She’s not just a cat. She’s my confidant, my comfort, my constant. And today, on her milestone birthday, I gave her something that mattered to me. A memory we now share. Was it awkward? Absolutely. Did it matter? More than I can say. I’ll never forget today, as long as I live. Happy 18th birthday, my darling Roxy. 🐾💙   Editor’s note: The two pictures noted above are as follows: 📸 [Picture 1] - Roxy in the backpack after the library visit Description: Roxy sits inside a clear-fronted backpack carrier. A handmade sign reading “Birthday Girl” is affixed to the top. The voter form is visible on the car seat in front of her. Her wide, alert eyes give her a calm, regal presence. 📸 [Picture 2] - Roxy solemnly contemplating her civic duty Description: Roxy stands at a table beside a voter registration form. Her prominent fluffy chest fur and downward gaze give the impression of serious reflection. RELEVANT COMMENTS 🔝 u/Flat_6_Theory: Think this will be up there for one of the sweetest things I’ve read lately. I think of our cats as members of the family who happen to have four legs instead of the standard two. Happy Birthday, Roxy. u/Bree4444: I would have loved to see this😭💖 Happy Birthday, Roxy!! OOP: You’re in good company! I happened to see my vet today briefly to pick up Roxy’s meds. He fist-pumped when I told him the plan for the library and asked if I could wear a GoPro. 💀 u/JuicysDad: Best. Mom. Ever. OOP: You have no idea how much this made me smile! u/Parakeet-birb: Have her register for the selective service OOP: Roxy would absolutely be a national asset in a time of war. Lethal hunting instincts, unshakable calm under pressure, and a keen eye for discernment. The only risk is her sharp opinions on footwear (it could tank unit cohesion). And possibly her penchant for napping. u/DumpedDalish: This was so funny and sweet! Thank you for sharing this with us, and happy birthday to responsible voting citizen Roxy! Please give her pets from me. 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Obligatory: I'm not a huge cat person. So, I've been with my girlfriend for 2~ years. And she's had this cat a little longer than that. We've recently moved in together a year ago and things are going great. Except for the cat. This cat used to be a rescue, very shy, very afraid of people, but my partner has done a great job with her and now she's a relatively sociable cat. She likes being pet, sitting on laps for ACTUAL HOURS, and occasionally playing. But I'm the only person this cat bites. I'll pet her and it's a 50/50 call on whether or not she's gonna bite. So I leave the cat alone, but then the cat sits on my office chair or climbs over me while I'm working meowing like nobody's business, and I don't get it because she's not even that chatty with my partner. She's a quiet cat. I will be walking through the apartment and she will fucking hunt my ankles like they're juicy ham hocks. I see her hiding behind the table and her eyes do this weird wide thing and I know I have to get moving fast because she's gonna latch on and start biting. And it's not like she bites me super deep either but I genuinely don't get it. I don't even pat her on the belly, I'll pat her head, or her back, and all of a sudden? She'll do a death roll like an alligator and cling on to my arm. I'm genuinely the only person she does this with. My partner promises that the cat NEVER bites her, even though cat will scratch her at times when it comes to putting the cat in a carrier/backpack for vet visits. Cat doesn't scratch me though, she just bites. I even took her to the vet once and the vets were tossing her around, giving her shots, she didn't even complain, scratch or bite. They said she was a sweet kitty. But I know the truth. And this can't be playfulness either because this cat is the most boring cat I've seen. She gets bored with lasers after thirty seconds. She doesn't like the string toys. She doesn't like catnip toys. What she DOES like? 1) Attacking my feet 2) Attacking balloon strings 3) Attacking my belt when I'm putting on my belt 4)Attacking my backpack She also has an annoying habit of sleeping on all of my stuff. My chair, my backpack, my suitcase. it's always when I'm about to use it, too. Any time I have a flight to go on, she starts packing herself with the rest of my shit like I can sneak her through TSA. I don't know how to get this cat to not hate me, everything she does is spite. I'd love to save my relationship, and if the cat doesn't like me, I'm not long for this world, I know that. Even right now this creature is fucking staring at me on the desk while I write this. submitted by /u/bear-barian to r/cats [link] [comments]

Hi all, Seeking advice. Our MC absolutely hates her car carrier (a Dogit brand molded plastic carrier) and I have some concerns about its resilience given her weight... Would like some ideas on what you put your kitties in to go to the vet or for any driving activity - backpack, soft-sided carrier, something else? Cat tax for attention. submitted by /u/reginatenebrarum to r/mainecoons [link] [comments]

I was rushing for work and put chips, a drink, some water, and my gen one 3DS into a plastic bag. On my way in I saw a homeless guy panhandling at the freeway exit with a cat in one of those bubble carrier backpacks. Without thinking I grabbed the snacks and passed it to him as i pulled up to him. Didn't make the connection as to why the bag was so heavy until my break when I tried to find my console. TL; DR Sometimes people really will hand you all that and a bag of chips. submitted by /u/PolleN112 to r/3DS [link] [comments]

Our cat is too fat, there are some scuff marks on the bubble but other than that it works great! submitted by /u/purpl_dahlia to r/PDXBuyNothing [link] [comments]

The guy had a small dog, maybe a puppy, in a backpack. He started to roll in, made it to the door. I don't know what was said, but he turned around, put his cart back and left. So, there are people who will block it. Edit: put his cart back, not cat back. Sorry submitted by /u/NotTobyFromHR to r/Costco [link] [comments]

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As a veterinary worker and cat caretaker, I am shocked by how many people either do not have enough carriers for their cats or have poorly sized ones. Not to mention there are many carrier designs I hate, but having one is better than trying to carry an angry cat around in your arms. You should never be transporting multiple cats in a carrier once they’re about 6mo or older, and especially when going somewhere stressful like the vets. Cramming two adult cats in a carrier may seem okay if they’re not fighting, but it’s very frustrating for vet staff trying to work with one at a time. And sometimes we need to perform a procedure that may leave a cat irritated or they have to wake up from anesthesia and it’s usually done in their carrier, but when we have to put two cats in one suddenly things are difficult when they don’t need to be. Also consider sizing. Your cat should be able to fit in the carrier and turn around without being shoved in. Alternatively, an oversized dog crate creates its own issues as it leaves your cat less secure during handling and just plain takes up a ton of space for no reason. Carting around a dog carrier half my height just to treat a cat is a hassle, and I can feel the cat inside falling all over as we move. The best carriers are hard sided and have a front and top opening for easy loading, access, and treatment. My top preferred carrier designs are: This one (or anything similar with hard sides and front/top opening) or this one (no top opening but top comes off) Sherpa soft carriers are good too these are ok-ish Please avoid carriers that: require you to unzip the entire thing to get the cat out, are those weird triangular ones, foldable flimsy ones, only have a front door and no ability to unscrew/remove the top. Wall of shame of worst carriers: I HATE THESE possibly the worst kind maybe fun for a walk but not for the vet’s maybe ok for travel but again, NOT the vet’s the actual worst ones that just have one zipper for the whole bag and when you unzip it the whole thing just falls open THE WORST A carrier may be the last thing on your mind and people often pick carriers that are stylish or easy to store, but you need to consider emergency situations and your cat’s safety. If you do not have enough and/or proper carriers yet, please get one ASAP before it’s too late. A sincere thank you from all veterinary stuff who wish to take care of your kitties as best as we can! submitted by /u/u1tr4me0w to r/CatAdvice [link] [comments]

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