They say a man's home is his castle. That may be true. But only until a cat invites itself over and claims the place. And that's not as rare as you might think. Just head over to the Facebook group "My house, not my cat" and you'll see.
Its 40.8K members constantly share pictures of the unexpected visitors they receive. From sleepy tabbies to playful gingers, it looks like exploring random strangers' cribs is universal across all felines, too.
#41 It Snowed Last Night So Dexter The Feral Snuck In For A Heccin' All-Day Snooze... My Guest Bedroom, Not My Cat
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#42 I Left The Window Open One Day And Came Home To This Cute Kitty Just Chillin' In My House
He acted like he owned the place. We found his original owner and she said she "got another cat" and didn't want him anymore. We always teased that he didn't live here (even had a tag made stating so). Although he pissed off the other cats, I absolutely adored this kitty. We named him Benjamin Gato and he spent the rest of his life with us.
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#43 My House, My Grandson, Not My Cat
My grandson Jackson came for a visit and drew a picture of Fatbutt. I'm pretty sure other neighbors are feeding Fatbutt because she's looking mighty hefty again. Nevertheless, she's staring into my door for hours on end.
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#45 This Precious Baby Showed Up Several Days Ago And Seems To Be Trying To Adopt Us Hard
We're giving him food and water and a warm bed while we try to find his humans (but all signs point to abandoned cat so far). Probably have a "My house, my cat now" situation on our hands. The delivery people sure seem to be taking a shine to him.
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#46 Here’s Lando Catrissian’s Mhnmc Story
On November 25, 2019, my ex and I were doing some cleaning in the house and moving junk into the basement. So we had the front door propped open. I happen to turn around, and this guy is swaggering into the house. He was dirty, hungry (obviously hadn’t eaten in several days), and walked with a bit of a limp. He climbed up in the recliner, plopped his ass down, and looked at us like he was saying “hey guys, I live here now”. We gave him attention, and a piece of salami. We left the door open to see if he’d leave, but he instead familiarized himself with the house. He found our bed and took a nap. We looked at each other, shrugged, said “guess we have a cat now”, and dropped everything to go to PetSmart and get everything he needed. About a year and a half later, he’s my chonky best friend.
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#48 My Catnip, Not My Cat
This is Squiggles, named for her congenitally kinked-over tail. She belongs to our neighbors but likes to hang out in our yard, taunting our indoor cats and rolling & huffing our catnip patch. Last summer, we were in our house when we heard a big cat commotion coming from the bedroom. Squiggles was inside, our cats were freaking out, but all windows & doors were closed—how’d she get in? Turned out she’d climbed on the roof, wiggled under the half-open skylight, stepped on the screen, and dropped, along with the screen, onto the bed below. She was as surprised as we were!
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#49 My Bed - Not My Cat
I thought I would share this precious moment from when I was a kid and a cat sneaked in and decided to deliver kittens right in my bed!
It was amazing taking care of the cat and kittens, eventually though we found homes for them because of my asthma, but I'm so glad this cat decided it could be safe enough in our home to deliver
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#50 My House, My White Cat, And The Strange Grey Floof. Now Kishhh
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