Free pictures of kittens and cats

My mom drives a city bus for a living and one day she pulled up to the transit center and a little white kitten was sitting on the sidewalk next to her parking place. She asked the passengers getting on if the kitten belonged to them, but he didn’t seem to belong to anyone.
She did another round and the kitten was still there when she got back to the center. She told the kitten that if he was still there on her next round, she would take him home with her.
Well, sure enough, when she got back the kitten was not only still there, but there was another kitten with him! Mom brought them both home with her. The second kitten, a female, was sickly and very small. None of us thought she would live, but we kept her anyway; she at least deserved a nice place to live out what time she had.
We named the male ‘Pip’ because he such a wide-eyed little orphan of a thing. The female was named ‘Tugger’ after the Rum Tum Tugger from ‘Cats’ because we had just seen it and he was Mom’s favorite character.
Tugger didn’t die as a kitten, as we had expected her to. She lived a few years and had two litters of kittens before we managed to get her spayed. We kept those kittens as well, though we fully intended to give them away.
My family has a soft spot for cats. She got sick and when we had to take her to the vet the next day, as our area doesn’t have an emergency service. By that time, it was too late and she had to be put down. It was heartbreaking and I still miss her.
Pip is still with us, and is probably the sweetest, gentlest cat I have ever known. He loves to snuggle and makes the cutest trilling sound when he gets purring hard. We still have Tug’s kittens as well. Our family was made better the day mom found those two kittens waiting for her bus. It’s like they were meant to be ours.

Katie (full name: Kaitlyn Amber) was the sole survivor of a dumped litter of kittens. She was rescued by a little girl named Amber, hence the honorary middle name. I adopted her shortly before I started college, and she lived with my parents until I was in a situation where I could bring her with me.
She moved in with my husband and I after we bought our house. These days she is 14 years old. She’s a little creaky in the hips, and the goofy old thing likes to be fed at 6AM.
She comes into our room, stands on her hind legs and beats on the closet door to get us up! She’s a spoiled old thing, but she’s very sweet if somewhat stand-off-ish. She likes attention, as long as it is on her terms.
She comes into the bathroom to say good morning to me every morning. During the colder months she sleeps in bed with us, although she usually sleeps on my husband’s side of the bed, as she has learned from experience that I tend to kick in my sleep!

My cat’s name is Jazzy. I call her many names other than Jazzy, such as, Jazzalynn and Jazzabella. Those are just some cute nicknames that I like to call her. Jazzy came into my life on Memorial Day, two years ago.

A co-worker of mine told me that he had some kittens he needed to find homes for because his house had recently burned down. Fortunately, the kittens were not harmed.

Of course, me being an animal lover, especially a cat lover, I decided to adopt one of the kittens. When I got her, she was so scared and very unsure of me. I decided to name her Jazzy because she had this spunky little attitude about her.

Jazzy has a very funny attitude. She gets very skittish at moments. For example, one night I was folding towels and Jazzy was checking out this towel that had shriveled a little bit from the wash.

She was checking it out and when I picked it up to fold and did a flip off of the bed. She also is very loving, especially in the mornings when it’s time for her breakfast or at night when it’s time for her dinner!

Jazzy is a calico and she is very beautiful. I love her different markings and her eyes are caramel shade. I must say that Jazzy is a wonderful pet and I am blessed that she came into my life.

This is memory of my beloved cat Chelsea. I was in college, 2nd year, and one of my classmates told me that there was this kitten at the vets where she worked. The kitten had had some intestinal trouble, and the vet had to do surgery, and the kitten was healing well, but once it healed, it needed a home.
I told her I would go and take a look at her. She was the cutest little fuzz ball I had ever seen. It was love at first site, and I took her home. Well, that little fuzz ball grew into the most gorgeous female calico cat. She had long hair.
She was gold, brown, some tabby in spots, and black. We didn’t get her fixed right away, and she was an indoor-outdoor cat.
For 5 years she roamed her territory and never got pregnant, so we assumed the vet had fixed her when he was fixing her intestines. Well somewhere in that 5th year, we went on a short 2-day trip, leaving food and water out for her. We came back home and the first thing I noticed was a dark brown smudge on the carpet by the front door.
I thought, weird. Then we went looking for her to make sure she was okay after our little absence. At first, we couldn’t find her. My husband looked everywhere, and we called and called her. Nothing.
Finally, my husband found her under my son’s bed, nursing a kitten. One kitten. Boy were we shocked!!! Chelsea was the most loving cat. My kids were little at the time, just babies, and I have a picture of my youngest son picking up her tail in the motion of putting it in his mouth.
She always was careful around the young ones, even though she got her ears pulled and her tail pulled. She never bit or scratched them. Chelsea always defended her yard with the ferocity of a pit bull.
One year a Labrador retriever came into the yard. I watched in awe as she arched her back, hissed, and as the dog didn’t stop coming, she took off, a flying ball of fur, launching herself onto that dog’s back and attaching herself with every claw available to her.
That dog started yipping and running, and that cat rode that dog right out of the yard. Chelsea lived to be 11. Unfortunately she met with foul play from the neighbors. I could never prove it, but I believe they put out antifreeze for her.
Their yard was part of her territory, and she was there before they were. They were young adults who had no regard for life. Anyways, she went into acute renal failure and died within 2 days. She was the love of my life, and I will miss her to my dying day.

I found my cat Jasper almost two years ago at the pound. I was missing my precious Bobby that died at the age of 16. I knew that another kitten could never take Bobby’s place but even though I had other cats I was missing something in my life.

When I first went into the pound to see the cats and kittens I didn’t see Jasper. He was on the lower cages. He was trying to get my attention. I saw him and when I knelt down in front of the cage he grabbed my fingers with two paws and held on and would not turn me loose.

When I asked to hold him and I picked him up he kissed my cheek and rubbed his head on my shoulder. I told the lady that I definitely wanted him. I brought him home and he acted like this was his house.

He got along with all the other cats and has brought so much joy to mine and my Mother’s lives. He just turned 2 years old last month and we are really happen we added him to our cat family. I just had a cat named Leo who turned 15 in May. I keep cats a long time. I love them dearly.

I didn’t find my cat – he found me :)

My niece and her friend found a litter of kittens abandoned in their neighborhood and brought them all home. By the time I went over to check them out little Tigger was the only one left so I took him home with me.

We have had him now for 9 years. He is an Orange Tabby that weighs about 15 pounds. He doesn’t like to cuddle or be picked up – unless of course it is on his terms. He is so predictable.

Every morning he comes into my room mewoing away trying to wake me up. If I try to ignore him he jumps up on me and bites my hand or elbow, whichever may be sticking out the blankets.

My husband states he doesn’t like cats but every once in awhile I will catch him laying in bed with Tigger petting him and snuggling with him. How cute is that!

My cat Tiffany was a stray that showed up at our door one cold fall day. I told my two young boys not to feed her and maybe she would go away. This lasted about a day until we couldn’t ignore her anymore and fed her and she became a part of the family.

But Tiffany had a secret; she was pregnant and soon began to show. When she went into labor it was a Sunday and I was there to encourage her and pet her as she labored. She had two kittens then her labor stopped soon after I began to get ready for church.

We assumed that while we were gone to church she would have the remainder of her liter on her own. We were gone over 12 hours that day because we had been invited to friend’s homes after church, then back to church at night then performed errands after church.

We got home at 11PM and Tiffany had still not had the remainder of her liter. Two hours later she was in labor again and she started nesting herself in my lap. I kept putting her back in the box we had for her but she kept waking me up and insisting on sitting in my lap to have her labor and delivery.

After three times of going through this with her we figured she was determined to have the kittens in my lap so we got towels and I got a flashlight so my husband could sleep while the labor and delivery room was in action.

She proceeded to produce three more kittens. It was a very strange night. We kept one of the kittens, his name was Oreo and he just died a little over a year ago.

His Mommy Tiffany had died two years before him and we miss them both.

My cat’s name is Winky. I named him Winky because he winks a lot. I got him when he was just about 6 weeks old. My cousin found him living in a campground and she brought him home and gave him to me for my birthday.

He was full of fleas, ear mites, worms, etc. You name it, he had it. But as soon as I got him I took care of him, took him to the vet, and he was all better. He is black and gray with crazy stripes.

The vet said he had very unique stripes. He was full of energy and loved to play and chase things. He liked to lay on is back on my legs while I rubbed his tummy. Sometimes he acts like a dog, because if you throw a bouncy ball, he would chase after it and bring it back in his mouth.

He would eat funny foods like peas, oranges, and other people food. He is about 6 years old now. He is huge now, very long and wide, but not really fat, he is just built big. Now that he is older he is lazy, but is very needy for attention.

He likes to go outside, but when as soon as he gets out the door he rolls around on the concrete. When other cats come around he gets scared and starts hissing like any other normal cat.

When I brought home another cat he hid on top of the refrigerator until he felt comfortable enough with the other cat. Now they get along fine and chase each other all day long. He loves to be combed.

He is a very lovable cat and loves to sleep with me every night. He lets you know when is food or water bowl is empty. If he hears the back of cat treats or hears a can of food being opened, no matter how far away he is, he comes running in and meows because he knows its coming. I love my cat.

Five years ago we brought home a very rambunctious puppy who within 3 days had scared my Abbey (our kitty at the time ) into running away. I woke one morning to the puppies constant barking, looked down at the foot of my bed and saw that Abbey was not there. I found her under the bed, hiding in the corner, something she never did. It was later that same day that I realized she had run off.

If only I knew then, that she was never to come home again. I was completely heartbroken. Abbey was the first cat I had since I lived at home with my parents. After almost 15 years without a lap buddy, I was thrilled when I left our local animal adoption shelter with her. She was 6 months old at the time, all black and had just one small spot of white on her chest.

Abbey soon became my best friend, following me throughout the house, sleeping with me and cuddling with me. I would call to her, saying “Kee-kee-keeee” and she would run and jump onto my lap shoving her head into my hands.

Abbey wasn’t too keen on my then 8 and 10 year old daughters; she just didn’t want to be handled by kids. Although she loved my husbands lap, he didn’t love the black cat hair. So it was Abbey and I who developed such a strong, loving bond. I remember her beautiful face and her thick shiny coat.

The way she would fuss and be so choosy over her foods, that I couldn’t help but give in and buy her something more to her liking, if harder on my pocketbook. There was always a new toy in my shopping bags when I came home, and she knew it too.

She would come to the bags and begin to paw at them as soon as I got home. I miss and recall each and everyone one of her little special ways. It has been over 10 years now since Abbey ran away. For years, I called friends and neighbors, put up posters, checked local shelters, and everything else I could possibly think of. I, still to this day, miss her and wishfully hope and pray that she will walk down the driveway.

My husband’s daughter was foster mommy for a kitten rescue organization, so soon we asked her to pick out a cat for us. I told her that I wanted a cat that was really oriented towards people because my husband has never had a cat before. She picked out “Fuzzy” for us.

We think he’s a Maine Coon cat because of how he looks and his really nice personality. He has that tabby coat and his hair is medium to long. Fuzzy has change our lives for the better. He likes to snuggle when we watch t.v.

He also likes his treats and will jump where ever it looks like we are going to put his treats–he’ll even climb a ladder!

The other night we had friends over and we had a pizza delivered. Fuzzy revealed our uncivilized ways of living when he jumped up on the table–he’s used to getting pizza, too. In fact, one time he started to take a slice of pizza from my husband’s hand.

Fuzzy likes music. We play music every day and we have a chair for him to sit in while we play. I was surprised at how tolerant he is of the noise we make!

Fuzzy has the quietest meow I have ever heard in a cat. He quite often gets his way because his little meow sounds so pitiful.

Because he has a heavy coat, Fuzzy likes winter really well. He’s not so enthusiastic about the hot weather of summer and like any proper cat, he hates rain. Unfortunately, Fuzzy has learned to catch birds. He just wants to play with them and doesn’t understand that he is hurting them. One time he brought a live bird into the house!

In short, Fuzzy is a wonderful cat and we feel blessed to have him.