BobQat

25/06/2025

16/05/2025

Celebrating my 10th year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

16/05/2025

We are all up here guarding over our people.

06/04/2025

Chris Arsenault dedicated his life to saving the forgotten and abandoned. After the tragic loss of his 24-year-old son in a motorcycle accident, Chris found himself lost in grief. One day, he came across a colony of 30 sickly cats near train tracks in Long Island. Instinctively, he took them in, nursing each one back to health. In their fragile lives, he found a sense of purpose and healing.

That day changed everything. Chris turned his home into Happy Cat Sanctuary, creating a safe haven for countless stray and abandoned cats. Over the years, he built a world where these overlooked souls could feel loved and safe, transforming his entire property into a sanctuary. He kept only a small bedroom for himself, while the rest became a cozy paradise for his feline family, complete with heated perches and warm blankets.

To Chris, each cat was more than just an animal—they were companions who, like him, had faced hardship and needed a place to belong. Every day, he cooked them roast chicken, made sure they were healthy, and gave them the warmth they deserved. “After my son died, those cats gave me something to do,” he once said.

But on a quiet morning, tragedy struck. A fire engulfed the sanctuary. Hearing the commotion, Chris ran outside but immediately rushed back in when he realized his beloved cats were still inside. He kept rushing back in to save the cats—until he didn’t come back out. More than 100 cats perished with him.

Authorities suspect arson. Some neighbors had complained about the sanctuary, but Chris never let criticism stop him from doing what he believed was right. He took in cats that no one else wanted, offering them comfort and care despite the challenges.

Volunteers are now working tirelessly to relocate the surviving cats to a temporary shelter, ensuring Chris’s legacy of compassion lives on. His selflessness continues to inspire—a reminder that love for the most vulnerable often comes at a great personal cost.

Chris Arsenault gave his heart to animals when his own was broken. In doing so, he showed the world that love and sacrifice go hand in hand. He lived and died for the beings he devoted his life to protecting, and his spirit will live on through every life he touched.

06/04/2025

03/04/2025

Big shout out to my newest top fans! 💎 Nancy Lee Higgins

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03/04/2025

We will be up here, over the Rainbow's Bridge, making a place of honor for Chris and all of the kitties that died in the fire...

06/03/2025

I heard your purr in the evening light,
A gentle hum, so soft, so bright.
But when I reached to stroke your fur,
Only memories lingered there.

Nine lives you danced through, bold and free,
A shadow, a spirit, a mystery.
Leaps of grace and emerald eyes,
Now chasing dreams in endless skies.

The final nap, so deep, so wide,
Carried you to the other side.
Where sunbeams stretch and soft winds call,
And endless love awaits you all.

No cage, no pain, just fields to roam,
A warm embrace, a loving home.
And though you're gone, you’re always near,
A whisper, a purr—I’ll always hear.

25/02/2025

The Last Purr 🤍🖤
I reach for you, but you're not there,
just empty space and quiet air.
The place where you once softly lay,
is still, and I can’t make it stay.
The echoes of your purring sound,
are now a memory, lost, unbound.
I miss the warmth, I miss the glow,
of love that once helped me to grow.
No more the nudge, no more the play,
the house feels cold, since you’ve gone away.
I whisper softly in the night,
hoping you'll hear, hoping you’re all right.
Though you’ve passed and left my side,
your love still burns, deep inside.
And in the quiet, I can feel—
your love, forever, soft and real.

The Last Purr 🤍🖤
I reach for you, but you're not there,
just empty space and quiet air.
The place where you once softly lay,
is still, and I can’t make it stay.
The echoes of your purring sound,
are now a memory, lost, unbound.
I miss the warmth, I miss the glow,
of love that once helped me to grow.
No more the nudge, no more the play,
the house feels cold, since you’ve gone away.
I whisper softly in the night,
hoping you'll hear, hoping you’re all right.
Though you’ve passed and left my side,
your love still burns, deep inside.
And in the quiet, I can feel—
your love, forever, soft and real.

19/01/2025

For my People-Daddy...