Dear Catster reader,
Almost two years ago, we invested numerous resources and rebuilt the Catster community. With new hardware, software and personnel, we did our best to satisfy the many users who shared their thoughts, pictures, questions, and love for and of their pets with us and friends. It was a thriving community with many users. We hoped, however, there would be more like you.
Times and habits have changed and we are sad to announce that the Catster community will be closing down on July 20, 2019.
Catster magazine, www.catster.com and the associated social media sites are NOT shutting down. We encourage you to continue reading the content found in the pages of the magazine and the web sites, commenting through the mechanisms provided and sharing your ideas and comments with us and your fellow readers.
Instructions for accessing pet profiles were shared with everyone in 2017. The instructions can be found elsewhere within the forum. AFTER JULY 20TH, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO ACCESS THIS CONTENT. And, effective immediately, we are no longer able to answer questions about the community.
Thank you for your support and we look forward to serving you through our magazine and website.
I found this heart wrenching story on www.messybeast.com. It's written from a kitten's perspective about coming from a kitten mill. I would HIGHLY recommend you do not read this at work because you will cry, and I'm not talking a tear or two. If you are going to read this, go get yourself a new box of Kleenex. Although sad, everyone should to know the truht about kitten mills.
The first poem is sad enough, but the narrative underneath is what got me.