Age: 10 Years Sex: Female Weight: 7 lbs.
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Tuxedo Kitty, 'Zeedo
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July 10th 2004
Regular meals; going outside; her own room; having her tummy rubbed
Predators; dogs that chase; having her tail brushed; taking PILLS
Ella's tail; paper
Favorite Nap Spot:
almost anyone's lap
Canned anything, butter, cheese, potato chips
Escaping perilous situations
indoors and outdoors
Tux was a nameless stray in February of 2005. We already had an outdoor cat who had come as a stray the previous August. We did not want another stray cat. This one showed up with a big patch trimmed from its right rear flank, which looked like an owner had trimmed out a mat. So we figured it was just visiting, and tried not to feed it. But it would follow us around the yard everytime we brought the puppy out to relieve itself, and talked to us as we walked, & it played with the puppy, to an extent--it taught the puppy how to play with cats & to NOT chase them. The cat then would try to quietly follow us back into the house, but took a simple "no" for an answer. It kept hanging around & seemed starved, so we started feeding it. It kept mousing for us & playing & talking.
My son named it 'Tux' and let it in the house sometimes when we weren't looking.
Tux disappeared the weekend we dog-sat the neighbor's dog, but we didn't think anything of it -- both outdoor cats disappear when Scout comes over because he chases them.
Tux reappeared after Scout had gone home, but Tux had been in a bad fight--its right rear leg was held off the ground & both front legs were matted & bloody and this cat was looking like it was on the way out. We took it to the vet expecting it would have to be put down.
Tux cooperated with the vet staff so well, purring nonstop until she was unconscious, that they did everything they could to save her. Despite a pelvis broken in 2 places and gangrene in both front legs, Tux recovered. We don't know what she tangled with.
She is vocal with a squeaky/rusty purr. She is determined! And now she gets to come in the house (to stay).
Dr. Liz Davies at the Colton Veterinary Service and her staff have done a near-miraculous thing for Tux. We are very grateful for their hard work & their dedication to taking care of even the least critter, including a flea- & tick-ridden, gangrenous stray.
Tux came home after 3.5 weeks in the hospital & is queen of the guest bedroom.
Seymour & Lulu aren't convinced another cat in their house is a good idea. But Ella simply says, "Hey cat, let's play."
Tux is now on a diet. Apparently the switch from 'stray' to 'pampered housepet' has not involved any self-restraint on her part. I guess that comes from not knowing when one's next meal might be -- one eats everything just in case. Now we'll ration her meals, but try to teach her that food will come regularly.
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October 3rd 2007 9:02 pm
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One might think that with a nifty new notebook computer sitting idly by, the folks would let a cat get online more to, oh, I dunno --write in one's diary, chat with friends? Catch up on baseball scores? Well, one would be wrong to think that. Ha.
It took a call from the local Humane Society, no less, to prompt re-instatement of computer privileges. Seriously. Miss Connie from the Whitman County Humane Society called this morning to ask about moi, having talked to Dr. Liz Davies out in Colton. Miss Connie had had a seriously ill animal who required Dr. Davies' kind, generous, and expert ministrations*. After yet another death-defying (and, happily successful) case, Dr. Davies and her staff are being featured in the next Whitman County Humane Society (could someone puhlease buy an acronym or at least a nickname there??) newsletter because Dr. Davies is brave and smart and willing to try new things like a honey treatment on gangrenous kitty limbs. (Um, those would be mine. The gangrenous limbs that is, er, they were mine. I mean, I still have them all, and they all work thanks to the honey. And Dr. Davies.) Where was I? Oh, right. The newsletter -- featuring Dr. Davies who mentioned to Miss Connie that I was her first honey-cat. (OH! Awful thought -- does that mean I was her guinea pig?? How horkable a thought.) But anyway, voila, another 5 minutes of fame for me, tagging on the tail of Dr. Davies, so to speak. (Hope she doesn't mind sharing the limelight.)
I wonder if we can nominate Dr. Davies to the catster hall of veterinary fame? What? What??? There is no such thing? Gah. Hairballs on that. Oh the infelinity** of it all. What to do? What to do? Hmmm. Donations to the Whitman County Hope Fund in honor of Dr. Davies would be nice. Or donations to Dr. Davies' St. Francis Fund even. Both funds pay for treatment of homeless/stray/abandoned animals around here. I hope that plug doesn't violate the catster rules or anything. (Please don't get my computer privileges revoked! Please! Anything but that! Anything but that and sleeping in the barn! Or with Ella! She smells like a dog. And has a small vocabulary.) I don't actually have to sleep in the barn. Tsk. My folks are way nicer than that. And Dr. Davies is way nice too. So at least think nice thoughts of her and her staff. They know how to treat a sick kitty well.
So do you suppose I talked my way out of a rabies shot this year? Nah, I didn't think so either. Rats....
*I bet you didn't think cats knew words like that, eh? Well, we aren't all lolspeakers these days. Some of us studied the Classics. You know, like Warner Brothers, Charles Shultz, and Darby Conley.
**That is so a word. Like inhumanity, only furrier. Sort of.
October 31st 2006 5:06 pm
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Sometimes I don't understand the folks.
Like yesterday. One folk pointed out a cricket to me. It was in the dining room, lurking under the table. At first I thought it was dead and therefore totally uninteresting and even kinda disgusting. But then it moved. And hopped and wanted to play! It thought it could escape me, but no!
I herded it into the kitchen, which is where the folk had gone after showing the cricket to me. I wanted to show them that I was playing nice and taking care of this toy. The folk was getting a jar out of the cupboard and coming towards us, when I got a nibble of the cricket.
You know, I never knew those things tasted good! So I kept eating it, but the folk made urkking noises and turned away to put the jar back in the cupboard.
The folk then said, "Eww. And no kisses from you tonight, OK?"
What, now I have cricket breath?? Like that's a bad thing?
Well, if they don't want me to eat my toys, they shouldn't give me edibles.
October 16th 2006 8:51 pm
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Me? I've just been hanging out here, and out in the garage, and out under the abandoned house next door. It's 'cause we're dog-sitting that Scout beast again. When he finally decides that his own folks won't be back in a day, he comes and parks his cat-chasing behind on our back steps. When he decides he doesn't like hanging out in the rain on the back steps he sulks on the front porch. Even when he's sleeping, one eye is open for innocent wandering cats who might need chasing.
I hate that. So I'm either indoors all day or hiding out all day. I hate that too.
Before this though, my folks were gone -- several times this summer -- and Scout's folks came to check on us and feed us. Luckily they didn't let Scout "help" with that.
We had lots of company on the 4th of July -- a barbecue after the infamous Johnson Parade. Which I do not care to watch or attend. Thanks anyway. >Brrr. Too many people and wild animals like horses and alpacas and dogs!<
I did go back to see Dr. Davies in Colton for my annual checkup and >aaaccckkk! Shots!< I tried to be stoic. I think they believed my act because they gave me treats afterwards. Very Small Consolation, I'll have you know. Still. I'll take what I can get.
So how was your summer?
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