Last summer, when the temperature was 100 degrees plus day after day, a little gray cat came into my life. I didn't want him. I had Patches, my calico, that appeared on the patio six years ago. She was sweet and I loved her. No more cats. They were trouble. They were expensive (vet bills and food).
Well, little gray had other ideas. He stayed on the patio except during the heat of the day when he went to the barn for the shade. He was so skinny, I started feeding him. He wouldn't hang around for long, I thought, and I couldn't watch him starve.
One thing led to another and before I knew it, Tiger, yes I named him, was in the house. Over the years we've taken in many throw away cats, but Tiger is one of the sweetest cats to own us. He's also sick. Visits to the vet, a strict diet, and lots of love I hope will cure him. Patches is less than friendly, and he just puts up with her. Maybe they'll be friends one day.
I don't know why, but I just needed to write about Tiger today. Here he is:
I wonder what his story is.
Have a nice weekend.
Happy Reading and Writing.