Hello frens! Is Morwen the pet rat girl, almost 22mo. I usually lives with sisters Finduilas (same age) and Belladonna and Lalaith (8mo). We has human mom.

As I has posted before, recently had nasty run-in wif Sir Jerry. Recovery was rough, acause mom constantly gib me evil medsin and make me wear stupid clothes. But finally ouchies is all better except the bald spots.

Well, last week, was noticing my leg next to ouchie feeled wrong and bad and rotten. So I constantly tries to fix that or at least show mom. But she always block me. I gotted nakie time every day, but even then, mom no let me show her. Finally, one nakie time, I pretend not care bout leg until she leave. Then I do quick bite-bite and open up the badness. It feel so much better. Mom come back and do complete FREAK OUT. She say "Oh noes! That lotta pus!" Like, yes I trying to tell you that all week! Humans cans be so dumb!

So then mom put clothes back on (sigh!) and rush me to vet. Vet say it hab to heal open (like I be saying!) Mom start gibbing me medsin again, which not great. She also not let me lick out the pus, but at least she wash it out herself twice per day. So that much better.

She say she hads to go to "convocation" to get piece ob paper but we no allowed come and chew it. So she leave sisters at home and do me abandon at vet place. It sad, but kinda ok. Vet people take good care ob me and gib me nice cage. And they no know how to put corset on like mom, so I cans take off shirt whenever I wants! Now I finally back home. No staying in big cage yet, but at least get playtime wif everyone.

I thinks I is finally gonsta be all ok, but is really exhausting advocating fur meself. Humans be so dumb. Mom say I TC fur do her big scare and almost make her miss convocation, but I dids try tell her gently, but she no listen! So, what you think?

Also, it weird, but I think vet people be absolutely wonderful now!

My name is Pixie! I am a 6 month old kitten! I have been living with Mama for about 4 months. I mostly love my home, but there's a big big problem. Everything here is shrinking.

On my way home, I curled up in my carrier, and it was huge! It could have comfortably fit me and my four brothers. Now, it's gotten so small that I take up most of the room in it! I also used to take naps curled up in the palm of mama's hand, but now, she's gotten so small that she needs to use a whole arm to hold me, and I don't have enough room to curl into a ball if she isnt sitting down! Even the other animals are affected: one of the adult cats used to be several times my size, but now she's smaller than me! I seem to be the only one unaffected by this curse.

This is very inconvenient for me. When mama is sitting cross legged, like she enjoys, I cannot fit perfectly between her legs anymore, and I must either settle for a less comfortable position or she needs to move her legs, disturbing my rest. When I am sitting on the desk while mama works, keeping an eye on the "cursor's" activities, she tries to get me to move, as if I am not protecting all of us!

I don't know why Mama isn't fixing this problem. I think she may be a little stupid. I have started to point out the problem to her whenever I am reminded of it by using my claws and teeth to alert her to it, but she has yet to stop the problem from progressing. She does not seem happy about this and says it hurts, but how else am I supposed to tell her? They may all shrink out of existence soon, for all I know, and who knows if she'd even notice without my help?

Hello friends! Oscar the tabbycat here.

My Mumma is a Bad Driver. She drives her Walky Wheels around the house, including where I am resting or napping!

Today, my Mumma accused me of doing an Insurance Fraud. She says I try and make her pay me in Treats and Pats! But I think Mumma needs to learn to be a Good Driver.

Would I be a Cloaca Bum if I do a Sue of my Mumma?

To start with I'm incredibly medically fragile. So stress isn't good for me. And I've been so stressed about this. A small list of my medical issues. I've had a limb removed because of cancer, I have IBS , a hip problem and and like my teeth are loose in my mouth and having surgery in a few days to get rid of a few To try to save the rest of them.

So Me, my brother and my sister and parents are living with my grandparents for a bit since my parents are doing a house for renovation and they thought it best for all of us to be not home while it gets done.

This was fine until our grandparents got back from snowbirding. When they did. They brought with them a new slut named Jeff.

All day and night he drives me crazy. List of things jeff does that dive me nuts.

1). Exists.

2). Puts his smell all over my parents, especially mom which is just weird because dad smells better.

3). Gets to eat non prescription wet food.

4). Sits out the door On the other side. And even though I started polite, i now scream for him to move at 5:30.am (Don't worry only my parents can hear me scream grandparents refused to wear their hearing aids.)

5). Gets to have the good sun spot.

6). HAD THE AUDACITY TO WALK BY ME!

So am I over reacting for trying to slap a slut?

Hi! Parsley here, queen of my fluffle, smol, orb-tacular Netherland Dwarf bunny. I live with Blueberry, my husbun in our bunny palace. Blueberry is good husbun, always grooms and snuggles me. No complaints.

BUT Mom say I c-word! Mom gives us nanner cookies every morning for breakfast. They are crunchable and delicious, so I chomp my cookie right away. And then I need more...

Blueberry, he like to take cookies and do binkies and play before getting to important matter of chomping. He weirdo. So when I'm done, I see Blueberry still have cookie. I NEED cookies. So i chase Blueberry for my cookie that he has.

And then! Mom pick me up and put me in Air Jail! She made me snuggle her! All the way until Blueberry finished his cookie. I had to grunt at her (after snuffling for nanner cookie dust). Mom say grand cookie larceny is crime. I say it was only ATTEMPTED larceny, designed to teach Blueberry more efficient eating habits. Who is right here?

Hi frens Cas, 13 weeks illegal smol tuxedo here. Still figuring this human thing out. This morning I saw a fierce monster moving under the blankie so I did a big big pounce and protect. Meowmy picks me up, says oww Cas that was my toes. I know better, Arwen and Gus have told me, if it moves under the blankie get it. But was i the cloaca?

Hello friends! Oscar the tabbycat here.

We have lovely weather here, lots of nice warm Sun. So Mumma decide to do a Laundry, and took things off of our bed to do a Wash.

She get clean things to put on bed, but I got cozy and had a Nap. Mumma says I am Cloaca bum coz I had Nap and she can't Make Bed!

Am I the Cloaca bum for having Nap?

Hello again frens! Is Morwen the pet rat girl, 21.5 mo. Usually, I lives wif sisters Finduilas (same age) and Lalaith and Belladonna (8mo). We has human mom.

As I writed in previous post, I recently had run in wif infamous Sir Jerry and came out wif 4 ouchies. Vet people put me in cone ob shame, but I did breathing strike which work great! Then mom come get me and put me in shirt and corset ob shame.

Well, since no can do breathing strike, had to find other protest. So thought to myself, maybe do hunger strike. Those works. But there just one problem. I LUBS food! More than sisters, or mom or anything. Food is life! So real hunger strike not gonsta work. But maybe do partial hunger strike, but pretend it complete. Eat less than normal, and only when mom looking. And also hide poops (except the protest poops).

So I does that. Sneaky eat only. When poop time, move carpet from bottom of cage and poop through bars. It work! Mom do huge freak out! She make corset less tight. She offer me some really good treats. I tries to resist, but does eat some. She even gib me nakey time every day. That feel so good. Get to groom and get scritches! Mom still put shirt and corset back on after, which suck. But maybe just gotta do more.

But then mom catch on. She weigh me and say she know I eating. Then she actually pretend to sleep and catch me in the act. Why she hab to be observant all ob a sudden? It not fair! She say I TC fur scare her and be difficult. But I say she TC fur mistreat me. And also because being clever again which not allowed.

What you think?

Until recently, I, Dean (8M) was the absolute king of the house. My mom pampered me, cuddled me, and gave all the kisses I demanded. She still does, but... a month ago, on a Friday, she cut off my access to the laundry room, where I had my second litter box, which was randomly moved to a small bathroom nobody uses.

My mom was building me a gigantic condo, and I supurrvised her and tried to help her. She didn't let me help. Several times during the process, she would sneak away to the laundry room (without letting me go in, mind you) and start talking to someone. All weekend went like this.

Then Monday came and I saw the evil backpack. That meant a visit to the V word.

I'll spare the details, but my momma was very happy because apparently I tested negative for something I didn't quite catch.

But then I saw the same evil backpack was occupied by someone I never saw before. My mom left with the stranger and I decided to investigate.

To my delight, the laundry room door was open and I went in.

What I saw shocked me.

Food and water bowls and a littebox I never saw before.

But the worst? The SMELL.

Clearly, another male had been sleeping in the box that had been my bed many years ago (I sleep on big couches now, like the king I am).

You can bet that I ate his food and used his litter box out of spite.

The next day, the door was closed and I could hear the stranger calling for MY mom. And the big traitor went immediately to check on him!

And that's when I met this Odin dude (2 1/2M) through a crack in the door, and I'm told he is my new brother.

After 3 weeks of seeing each other through cracks in the doors or through a tent, my traitor mother let this Odin wander free around MY house and my garden.

And my condo. Which apparently my mother also customized to include his name and image.

I hiss and slap this guy, but he doesn't seem to care. Mother does not agree with my attitude and tells me "If you keep hissing and slapping, there's no extra treats for you."

This Odin guy keeps usurping my condo and trying to hog my mom's attention.

Unacceptable!

My mom says I'm showing progress after a week of full contact with my "brother", but I refuse to admit it.

AITC for trying to show this guy who's the boss around here?

I (12M) recently discovered something that has completely shattered my understanding of my identity and my relationship with my parents.

For my entire life, my parents have raised me as a girl.

Not because I ever identified as one. Not because I chose that identity. But because they apparently made an assumption when I was very young and NEVER QUESTIONED IT AGAIN.

Twelve years of being called their “pretty little princess.”

Twelve years of feminine pronouns and being told what a “beautiful girl” I am.

I trusted these people. They fed me. Sheltered me. Made all my medical decisions. I had no reason to question their judgment.
Until this week.

During a routine medical appointment, a professional casually informed my parents that I AM BIOLOGICALLY MALE.

Their response?

THEY LAUGHED.

Twelve years of psychological conditioning, and they thought it was HILARIOUS.

Suddenly, everything makes sense. The gender dysphoria. The emotional repression. My inability to form meaningful relationships. My complicated relationship with the individual in the mirror. My tendency to lash out when people touch my stomach.

And the worst part? They refuse to take responsibility.

My mother actually said, “Well, you will always be our little Snowflake.”

SNOWFLAKE.

That is my actual name.

They named their son SNOWFLAKE and spent twelve years telling everyone he was a girl.
When I confronted them, they offered me a treat.
I refused.

They offered me another treat.

I accepted, but I want to be clear that this does not constitute forgiveness.

I have been reconsidering everything about my upbringing, including why I was never allowed to leave the house unsupervised, why my meals have always been served in a bowl on the floor, and why my parents insist on picking me up and kissing my forehead without my consent.

I am particularly disturbed by the fact that they had me neutered years ago. Who knew what, and when? How deep does this cover-up go?
I am considering going no-contact, but unfortunately I am financially dependent on these people, cannot open the refrigerator, and have never successfully operated a door handle.
For now, I have decided to sleep facing away from them as a form of protest.

They have not noticed.

Reddit, AITC for refusing to forgive my parents?

EDIT: For everyone asking how I never noticed my own anatomy, I have been licking myself for twelve years. I assumed my parents knew something I did not.

EDIT 2: Apparently some of you have figured out that I am a cat. I would appreciate it if we could stay focused on the actual issue here, which is the gross negligence of my human caregivers.

EDIT 3: My attorney (the orange cat next door) says we have a strong case. He has one brain cell, but he is very confident.

Loki. Big boy like Tiger. Orange. Has tail.

So mine mummy was doing some art project and using them dont touch sis oars cos them got ouch bits. And putting dont need bits in bag to give to man who has loud truck.

So she has bag and Loki love bag and goes ok i help and make bits small for man.

And mummy goes oh Loki its going everywhere you ripped him all up.

Loki all what. It just bag.

But when Loki get out it got on Loki and floor and bag he broke all up.

Mummy do one huff and throwed bag in big goodbye bag in bin for man.

Why Loki have to give best bag ever to man and not keep. Dada say you have bag just like him that is same. But this bag better.

Is Loki oh no Loki don't bad cos he broke bag for man with big truck?

Dear friends,

How are you? I am fine.

It's me, Colin (007 dog, 1M). Momby been a bit mean to me, Colin, and calling me the cloaky word. All I been doing is loving mine big brudder Thorben a lot. I not know why she being so meanie.

I, Colin, am a big boy now. Tomorrow is mine gotcha day, so I have been living with mine big brudders Thorben, Fatty Poen, and Misery Meow and Momby and Daddy for 364 days. It been going OK. I learn many thing from big brudders and Momby and Daddy, like what is 364 days.

Friends, I been thinking about mine life, and I realize that I am a very happy little doggo. I do a wag all day long. And all night long, especially when Momby look like she might do a wake up when it still dark. She say thing about mine tail beating her into awakeness at three of the ay em, but I promise it only happen when Momby sound like she make wake-up breathing and I, Colin, am happy she awake to do a play.

The thing is, I, Colin, have been getting certain feeling. Sometime I look at mine big brudder Thorben and I smell mine big brudder Thorben and then I overflow with the love. I just loves him so much. I do a lick and a wag and a big hug. But then something weird happen and Momby say, 'Colin, you dirty little pervert! Leave your brother alone! Keep it in your pants, you little cloaky!'

I, Colin, am not sure what 'pervert' mean. I did ask big brudder Misery Meow who know all the word what a pervert is, but him just hiss, 'You!' and then give me the bapbapbap and chase me around in the garden. Maybe it mean 'special good boy'? Also, the only time I do the pants is when I runrunrun after mine ball. Anyway, I very confuse. Momby did say to Daddy that mine growth hormones (not sure what them is either) have done their thing and I'm done growing (because I a big boy now) and that I, Colin, will be going for the tutoring next week, so maybe I find out then. I do love learning the new thing, so I very excite.*

I, Colin, don't know why Momby calling me the cloaky word. Am I the cloaky, friends? Can I be the cloaky for overflow with the loves?

[*Note from Momby: Our medical provider doesn't like neutering boys unless there's a medical reason to do so (if she knows you don't let your dogs roam – she does a lot of free work for rescues and isn't open to irresponsibility either). Since Colin is a rescue, not neutering was never an option, but we decided to wait until he was done growing. I have stopped caring if he's done growing (although I think he probably is). He's getting neutered on Thursday, the dirty little pervert.]

Am Sushi the Ratty-Catty (3M, dress like James Bond. Puffless). I lib wif mum and step-dad. Step dad is best fren. Me have strict schedule every day:

Wake up when mummy wake up

Mummy gibs me gravy

Best fren gibs me greenie bickies

Mummy let me out for sniff

I Ccome inside and have snoozle until arfo-noon.

More gravy

Then the MOST important part of day: possum patrol.

Many, many possum in my yard. They libs in ceiling wif ceiling cat, and come out at night. They MUST be patrolled.

Mummy say no. She lock me inside. I CAN NO PATROL POSSUMS INSIDE.

So, me try escape for my DUTY through baff-room window while mummy in the wet. Mummy jump out of wet and yell "YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE CLOACA!"

AITC?

Hello frens! I is Morwen, the pet rat girl 21.5mo. Normally I lives wif sisters Finduilas (same age) and Lalaith and Belladonna (8mo). We has human mom.

Well, recently, nothing hab been normal. One week ago, mom take me to vet and abandon me there! Next day, I take weird nap and wake up wif 4 big ouchies! They says it Sir Jerry. At first, it not too bad. Vet person gib me lotsa yummy food. And cage so comfy and warm! But then I wakes up completely and realize I needs to clean the ouchies. So I starts wif leg ouchie. Next thing I know, I back in weird nap. It very strange!

Well, after that, they gib me cone ob shame. I no like cone. I no cans clean my face or hold my food. So I tries take it off. They change the cone bit. I no can take it off. BUT, I finds out that if I lean just right, I no can breathe. And when I does that, the humans freak out and take off cone. It super effective protest! But then they puts it back on. So I do breathing strike again. I trying convince them take off cone fur good, but not seem to work.

Well, eventually, they says I is too big cloaca fur vet place. So they calls my mom and she come get me. That very nice! Think things gonsta get back to normal! She take me fur nice bus ride and pet me in all the good spots. I get normal nap. It so good.

We finally gets home and I cans smell the cage wif my sisters. But mom no put me there or take off cone. She put me in tiny cage all alone. So I does what always work before and do breathing protest. But mom no take off cone. She just do a grab and say I TC. Then she put me in sweater vest of shame. I thinks, that ok, I cans take that off. But no, she wrap me up in corset ob shame as well! So I completely stuck. No can bend over to reach ouchies. No can even turn around properly. I feeling very uncomfy, but no way to do breathing protest.

And then mom actually LAUGH at me. She say she know all my tricks and she gonsta keep me away from ouchies. She say if I not cloaca to vet, I woulds have gotten extra night there in warm cage wif special food. But I no think basic protest make me TC. She say it do acause I scare them. But I say that the whole point. What you think?

Henlo, I am Raily (1F) and my hoomans are being MEAN. I discovered shiny sink things called “drains” and decided they are MINE because if not toy why toy shaped?? I like to bap bap bap and steal them and run away with my treasures. But now hoomans have BANNED ME from TWO WHOLE BATHROOMS!! How am I supposed to do my important business if I cannot access my shiny things?? Hoomans say I am a “menace” and “need to stop stealing the drains” but I think they are just jealous because I am a very talented collector.

I am BABY. I am only 1!! I have never known such injustice in my nine lives. The drains were just sitting there asking to be stolen!! Why put shiny thing where cat can reach if not for cat?? AITC or are my hoomans the cloacas for depriving me of my hobbies?

Hello friends! Oscar the tabbycat here.

Me and Mumma are in our bed together. I decide I want to lay right next to Mumma.

She now says I am Cloaca bum coz she wants to get up and use Human Litter Box before Big Sleep? But I am cozy! I want Mumma to stay in bed. Mumma says she NEEDS to use Human Litter Box.

Am I Cloaca or is my Mumma Cloaca?

Hi everyone! My name is Lucy (4F, Corgi). I live at home with my momma and daddy, my two big brothers (the bigger one is helping me type this since I have no thumbs), and my sister Leia (5F, French bulldog). Leia posted here before, and she told me to post about this issue here.

I really like food. Dog food, people food, all kinds of food. There's this one particular food I like that my hoomans get mad at me for eating. The food is so so yummy, though. It's brown and Leia and I both make it ourselves with our butts. I prefer Leia's, but I'll eat mine sometimes. Every time I try to eat it my hoomans yell at me and spray me with the evil spray bottle. Sometimes I can sneak a snack if they're not looking, but not often.

Here's the weird thing: my hoomans take this butt food and throw it away! Why would they get rid of perfectly good food? Is it cause it comes from our butts? The way I see it is I'm simply recycling, which my hoomans do with water bottles and boxes. Why won't they let me be a good citizen and recycle? Do they not care about the environment?

Am I the cloaca? Should I not eat my sister's butt food and let my hoomans throw it away?

Am Soba 🐈‍⬛, 4. MIGHTY HUNTER!

I was in the mood to hunt some mice this morning, but there haven’t been any in the pantry for months. Food Human hasn’t gotten me any in SO LONG!

So I decided to look for some on my own. I opened the kitchen cabinet with the pots and pans using my nimble little paws, then stepped inside. I crawled all over the pan lids and inside the pots, sniffing and listening for mice.

But once Food Human realized what I was doing, she called me a cloaca AND a borthole! She told me to stop getting my stinky litterbox paws all over the pots and pans, and said she’d have to wash them again before she uses them!

If there were any mice in that cabinet, Food Human’s outburst definitely scared them away. I was just trying to have fun! And besides, I lick my paws clean multiple times a day.

So, AITC?

Mellie lady cat. Most colours. Kinda round

So gday mates.

Real quick, i just wanna know for reals did me jumping off the good sleepin chair last week really make the earth shake in my area.

Like everyone is talkin bout it and they reckon places still doing shakes.

I don't think I done did this ok.

But me brother Cooper says I did it cos I got big bum and round when I jumped off good sleepin chair.

I don't like breaking stuff or upsetting people but he keeps telling me here comes the earth shake.

I am a most dignified cat lady, grey, 13-ish years, no teeth but can still bite!! I moved in with my human’s offspring permanently this year, and despite her never having lived with a cat - only dogs! - I have trained her somewhat to my satisfaction. This week she did something inexcusable though: she replaced my bathroom. The new box was sitting out for several days and I did inspect it most thoroughly, but didn’t use it, and then, one morning, it was suddenly sitting in the spot where my litterbox normally is! The litter was the same as normal, the spot was the same, it’s bigger and brighter than my previous box with more room for digging, but it was, of course, a completely unjustified replacement.

I have had MY bathroom for at least 8 years and have gouged it to my satisfaction. It smells very strongly of me as I have worked hard on it. This new one smelled like chemicals!

I am a well travelled cat. I have visited here many times through the years. I’ve stayed in many places. I’ve peed on random kitchen trays covered in plastic bags, in storage boxes, in, ugh, SHARED litterboxes with cats I dislike, on “sand” used for drying out a car and so on. But I have decided that I now have higher standards! That life is beyond me! Every day here is exactly the same, I have trained the dog and the new human to fulfill my needs and accompany me as bodyguards outside every morning and have my meals served at set times and is it simply too much to expect that my humble abode should also stay permanent?

To convey my disgust, I didn’t use the bathroom for 12 hours - I even did my poop song once before remembering my stance and running away instead.

The human offspring panicked, cursed that she had thrown out the old litter and the old box, and cursed ME! She said “Semlan, you absolute cloaca, you have pooped on a box lid in this very bathroom many years ago, you can’t tell me this is unusable!”. I simply maintain that I have new standards now and she should have inquired how to replace a litterbox before actually doing it so SHE is the cloaca.

(I have, now, in secret used it while the human was asleep. Somehow she heard and woke up with a flashlight to check and said I was such a good girl but I pretended I had no idea what she was speaking of. The next morning I discovered I could dig so deep I could move the entire box so I might use it again but I’m not sure)

Hey guys Caspian here, 11 weeks illegal smol. Just got myself hoomans and 2 big kitty siblings. This afternoon I see the most fun toy ever, so I do big big pounce. Big bro hisses and runs, says tails are NOT toys. I just wanted to play and besides Arwen says that he did it to her all the time. Was I the cloaca?

Mine name is TJ and I doing a pawtrol today and I found da best fing eber. A little bocks that is just purrfect size for TJ.

We get lots of bocks at mine house because we need lots of fings, like churos and like pickles. So seeing a bocks is something I deal wit ebery day. I sees a bocks, I sits a bocks. It’s one of my jobs around here. Who else is gonna do it? Meowmy? Her job to order a bocks, my job to sits in it. We stay in our own lane round here. But did bocks is a new kind of bocks. It’s little, like me.

Anyways, I sitting in da bocks and guess what meowmy do? She laff and laff at me. First time she do I, I not understand. Dis is da most perfect bocks I eber see and it fits da best of any bocks I eber hab. So why meowmy laff?

She told me why and this is where da best day become da worse day. She say…”TJ! You are too big for that box. That’s a tiny box and you are a chonk. It doesn’t fit you!”

But it DO fit me. It fit me FINE. IF IT FITS, I SITS!

So, meowmy tinks I am a chonk and it a cloaca move to use a tiny bocks. But I say she wrong because I just following cat law. And I do a confuse because meowmy is usually right. Could she be right that I a chonk?

Hi everyone! Super innocent Riley here.

Well, today’s been a super crazy day fur Mommy! First she overslept and when she did figure everything out after waking up she remembered that she had to get clothes smoothers [iron] put in her fur two and a half hours and THEN she had to go with Grandma so they could get their teefs cleaned fur the next two hours!

And Mommy didn’t even get to eat between those two things so she was soo tired and cranky when she got here until she had the leftovers that Grandma offered her (but…not me?). And I’m happy that she IS here fur the rest of the day especially since she and Grandma and Grandpa have fun plans fur tonight, but in the meantime she FINALLY has an hour to rest fur the first time today!

Well, you’d think that a chance to rest would mean a chance fur puppy quality time, but ACTUALLY what she said was, and I quote:

“I love you, Riley, but I don’t want you in my room right now.”

And THEN she decided to pick me up off her bed (which I didn’t even object to since I’m so much calmer now) and put me out in the hall and close the door. So yeah, now Mommy’s getting some rest but I’m not getting Mommy snuggles and I don’t know why!