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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Amazing_Excuse_3860 on 2025-06-16 05:05:54+00:00.

For father’s day, my dad wanted to watch the movie Flow with me (24F) and my sister (19F). He knew nothing about the movie aside from that it was about a cat, and that he’d heard good things about it. I had heard of it too, but I also didn’t know anything about the plot of the movie until minutes before we watched it.

To those who haven’t seen it, it is an animated movie with zero dialogue about a cat trying to survive a flood. As in, a world-ending, biblical-style flood.

I was not emotionally prepared for that. I LIVE with two cats. They’re my fur babies. And the cat featured in the movie isn’t an anthropomorphized cat - it moves, emotes, behaves, and meows just like a real life housecat.

I had tears streaming down my face within the first 20 minutes! This poor, helpless kitty was going through things a cat should never have to go through. It lost its home, it was all alone, and it was so scared. It could barely understand what was going on, let alone why any of it was happening.

I couldn’t help but see my own cats going through this. Having to fend for themselves with no humans to care for them, having their home and the only things left of us being ripped away from them. Having to constantly flee from other animals who are also just trying to survive this nightmare. Being cold and wet and constantly afraid of everything happening. Where every attempt to get food risks your only lifeline floating away.

I had to google if the cat survived to the end of the movie before i could even consider watching it to the end. My dad asked if I was okay, and offered to stop the movie multiple times. I said no. I don’t think it would have made a difference if I had stopped. I still wouldn’t be able to get the images of that poor cat’s suffering out of my head, keeping me awake at night.

One of my cats is at the foot of my bed right now, completely oblivious to the horrors of the world. Pampered and cozy, with a full bully and people who love him, as he should be. I hope this sweet innocent baby never has to go through anything like that movie, ever. I love him and his brother so, so much, and I wish they could live forever.

TL;DR: I agreed to watch what i thought was just going to be a cute cat movie, and it emotionally destroyed me to the point of being unable to fall asleep because I can’t stop thinking about that poor cat in the movie, and my own cats going through something similar. I’m still crying.