Posted on 02/19/2022 2:24:33 PM PST by M Kehoe
My name is Tiger. I'm about 16 years old and a short hair domestic that has markings of a tiger.
So, on Christmas day I show up on his lanai with a huge gash in my tail and looking like sh!t. A gator got me.
Kehoe sees that I might not live through this, and performs basic first aid (I hissed at him and slightly bit him, my bad).
So Kehoe tells his First lady not to feed me because he doesn't want a cat. Yep, the First lady feeds me, yum.
Of course I go back later. Tail is on the mend, and I know where to get my next meal...
But Kehoe had other ideas. I show up for my daily feeding and bandage change, and he grabs me and throws me into a cat carrier. Puts me in the Jeep and drives me five miles away and dumps me in Odessa.
Two days later I show up on Kehoe's door step.
I've been here ever since
Should be “tail” of the cat.
🤣
Pic of the cat, please
When I was a kid I had 2 pigeons. I let them loose when we went camping a couple of hundred miles away, basically hoping they’d live somewhere nearby. They beat us home.
Sounds familiar. We are doing the same thing with 2 million illegals and they wonder why more come every day.
So if Tiger is 16 and showed up in 2006 he (she?) was just a yearling or thereabouts at the start of the story.
In 1998 two feral juvenile DSH brother and sister showed up on my doorstep out in the woods. Fed them outside for a couple weeks, and eventually took them in. The girl stayed pretty wild and wary, lived to about 16. The boy bonded with me and became my best friend. He disappeared one time for over two weeks, and when he came back he looked like hell, probably had a run-in with a bigger critter. But he swaggered in with a "Yeah but you should see the other guy" look in his eye. He passed away at 19 and I still miss him like crazy.
Thanks for sharing the story. Brought back good memories.
Kehoe doesn’t deserve you after what he tried to pull. Thank you for forgiving him.
Best i can describe...
Black, tan and gray with black tiger stripes. White back paws. Has a “Guaoul” marking on his forehead.
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A “he.”
Sitting between my feet as I type.
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That’s what the First lady said.
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Tell that cat it is his year (but use Mandarin so he understands).
That is your cat. Accept him.
A year and a half went by and one day she heard meowing outside her front door.
It was her Buddy, the blue maltese. His hair was matted and in rats. He had porqupine quills stuck in his body. Life had been hard, but he made it back to his forever home.
My aunt was elated.
Tell that cat it is his year (but use Mandarin so he understands).
Mi Gato Espanol solomente. Poco Englis.
Quien sabe? Took me about two weeks before I figured out the damn cat understood Spanish.
Once I found out, no problem. The cat will respond to six different commands. For example. Ven aqui.
Go figure.
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aka "Tiger's Cave".
Ping.
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In 2011 we trapped and brought in five ferals in the neighborhood — three babies and two adults. We could see the raccoons licking their chops and figured the cats wouldn’t survive outdoors.
One of the babies is at Rainbow Bridge, but the others are still with us. The two “babies” — now 11, are cuddle bugs. Their mother is pretty wild still. The fourth is somewhere in between. She’ll have an isotope treatment for thyroid in March.
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