This is my beloved boy of seven years. He is the sweetest, laziest, most affectionate cat I’ve ever met. He purrs like a tractor, does not hesitate to loudly voice any complaints he might have, has a glare that could kill that he employs when he wants something he isn’t getting (a meal, mostly), MUST sit in my lap when I move to my desk after breakfast (and most CERTAINLY anytime there’s a meeting or the like going on) (and, yes, does occasionally enjoy watching whatever’s going on on my screen—Stardew Valley is a favourite). Other than that, he spends most of his time sleeping or watching the roads below from his cat tree in my kitchen window. (Said window also has nose marks aplenty from before I acquired said cat tree and he instead would sit in the windowsill. I do not intend to remove them.) Not pictured: he carries his tail over his back like the fancy guy he full well knows he is, and he has a tiiiny little white spot on his chest, though it’s invisible most of the time due to the sheer amount of other fur lol. Also, he’s only ever cared about a singular toy for more than five seconds and even when playing with it will remain mostly stationary in sitting or lying position and only move his front legs.

Now, the mystery—he was born to an ordinary shorthair mom (black with white paws and tailtip, adorable but nothing like this guy!) and an unknown dad that she’d snuck away and met. Only thing we heard about him was that he was some fancy long-hair breed. Yesterday I completely by chance came across someone posting their Nebelung in a Facebook comment section, of all places, and the ensuing Google and Reddit journey had me in hysterics (why are so many people stealing my cat?!??). What do you all think?

The vast majority of the time Flokie is a silly goblin like creature but once in a blue moon he reveals his majestic side 😂😂

My tubby Bubby ❤️

• immediate gasp - Oh, hello, Beanie.

Besides my suitcase when I am packing, this is his favorite sleeping spot.

My little Princess Marie. My punk rocker. Sixteen years was not enough. My heart is breaking. I’m going to spread her ashes around the Redwood trees in Northern Ireland, so if you’re ever there, hopefully you’ll hear the Ramones in the distance. Give your nebs hugs scritches from us. I can’t tell you how much solace it gives me looking at her “twins”. 🥰

This is Shadow, we got him almost 2 years ago, he was living outside and just walked in after a couple months of us feeding him. He was brown with dirt and skinny and now he's a beast. My wife and I weren't sure if it's common for them not to purr like our other cats, or if maybe because he was outside for close to 2 years prior to him choosing us. TIA!

Unfortunately our Willow who we thought was 1 years old and whom we only had for 2 months had to be put down on Thursday.

It turns out she had a Chronic Kidney issue. When we got her she was playful and cuddly. She seemed perfectly healthy and the vet thought so too. The only abnormal thing about her was that she drank a lot of water for a cat (a sign we missed) and walked a little stiff (another sign we missed). Right after we got her, both of our cats got what we thought was an URI. We assume from stress and from the cat cafe she came from. We put them both on antibiotic and both seemed to get better. Willow bounced back really quickly but then a few days later never seemed to get better. For the last month she very slowly became a shell of herself. So slowly, we somehow didn’t notice until looking back on reflection. The issue was of course that we just got her and didn’t think we really knew her full personality yet. She started to play less and was a lot more reserved. She loved blankets and warmth and would just sit on a blanket all day and sleep. She loved to cuddle and would still cuddle with us. We knew she wasn’t feeling great and she had crusty eyes, so we used a televet to get her eye drops. In total in the 2 months we had her, she was seen by an in-person vet twice and an online vet twice with no one noticing any major issues. 2 weeks ago she seemed to get a little worse and started to sleep on a desk chair (seemingly a normal cat thing) instead of her normal spot on the couch or bed. She started to cuddle with us less too, but again nothing extreme. We just thought she was still getting over her URI and transitioning to the new home. Last week it started to be worse and she became obsessed with the bathroom. She started to sleep all day on the bathroom rug and would try and climb into the shower. Even licking the bath water at times. Strange behavior, but cats can be weird? On Monday she had an accident outside the litter box which hasn’t ever happened. Then Wednesday she started to eat and drink less. Normally she was a ravenous eater for a tiny cat (another sign we missed) but she only ate a little bit of her wet food. That same day we came home from work and found several puddles around the house. 2 of them right near litter boxes. We figured she had a UTI so we called the televet Thursday morning to hopefully get antibiotics. They agreed all the signs seemed like a UTI but also said that they wouldn’t know without a urine test. We live very close to a large university animal hospital that is one of the best in the world so we decided to bring her in Thursday night to it. She seemed dazed and confused but was still meowing like she normally did in the car ride and seemed to have a lot of life in her. During the triage at the ER they had to take her temperature. Like most cats she was not a fan of this and fought hard to get away. This seemed like her last bit of energy she could expend because after we put her back in the carrier, she went from on-guard to lifeless. She was just curled up looking confused and barely moving when we pet her. We unzipped the carrier top in the waiting room and pet her and were not even worried she’d jump out despite her hating the carrier. Once the ER vet called us in (2 hours of waiting later) they once again agreed it seemed like a UTI and brought her in the back for bloodwork. When the vet came back though, she had a completely different outlook and said that our baby was a very sick girl. She shocked us and said that there was no way she was 1 years old and was actually probably middle aged! Since we live very close to this ER they recommended we go home and they would call us once the blood test results come back. At this point we thought maybe she’d have to stay the night but would end up being ok. The vet called an hour later and gave us devastating news. Our “1 year old” cat we had for 2 months had chronic kidney disease and had levels that were off the charts that she could never recover from. Our options were either a 7 day intensive care stay that would cost $4-7k+ followed by dialysis for $20k per year to keep her alive. Even then it wasn’t even close to guaranteed. The other option was euthanasia. In the matter of a few hours we went from thinking we had a healthy young cat with a small illness to realizing she was gone. We went back to the hospital and made the tough decision to say goodbye. We got to hold her for a little bit and give her kisses goodbye. She seemed at peace and was falling asleep in our arms. Finally we gave her the last kisses on the head, scratches on her chin (her favorite) and she went to kitty heaven. She seemed to have a little bit of life in that final moment and I know she died happy.

We loved our tiny girl for the short time we had her and are devastated. Her brother seems confused. Little things like feeding only him in the morning when I’ve gotten used to making 2 plates of wet food crush me. I keep expecting her to walk around the corner with her big eyes and little scruffy self.

It feels like we did everything right. She had wet food and dry food daily. Plenty of filtered water. Cat toys, cat trees and comfy places to sleep. We brought her to the vet whenever she needed and she had shots and flea/tick medicine. Everything. Unfortunately our vet never recommended getting a blood test at her first checkup or we may have known right from the beginning. I’m not sure though if that would have made this whole thing easier or harder. Ultimately by the time we adopted her all science points to her being already at the end of her life. There was nothing differently we could have done to keep her here for much longer than she was already. I’ve lost pets before but they have always been older and it felt like it was their time to go. While hard, it’s how life works and a 10+ year old cat is going to die eventually. This one is so much harder with how out of no where it was.

All said, I will always make sure to get my cats regularly blood tests now and keep an eye on any behavioral signs right away.

Hug your nebs today. Give them chin scratches and play with them. You really never know when it’s going to be their time.

little photo dump, I love my kitties so much :) little snuggle bugs

We did a DNA test for our kitten and got the results back tonight. We can’t stop laughing at the Sphynx surprise because of how floofy he is. The ragdoll and Persian makes sense I guess.

Enjoy these photos featuring the tooth!

Sad to say, Eliza's Snaggle Tooth turned out to be decaying or bad but it fell out last night.

Over all this is better for her (especially if it was hurting her), but it was so cute! It's sad to see it gone.

We have a vet appointment Monday to check it out in depth but I'm sure she's just fine.

This is Booger and I found him in 2017 on a farm in East Texas! Here are some photos to show off his beauty and personality. Im not sure if he's a Neb but he's a good boy either way!

We just adopted a kitten from the shelter, he and his littermates were dropped off anonymously and he looks like a neb to me! What do y’all think?

Or is she a Russian Blue/Siberian mix? She obviously has the color of a Russian Blue, but to me it always looked like she had the long hair and "collar" of a Siberian. But then I saw this subreddit, and now I don't know!

If it matters, she was not fluffy at all when she was a kitten. We've had her almost 7 years (basically her whole life) now!