Likes: Food, fresh air and teaching young boy-cats how to be a man-cat.
Pet-Peeves: Unneutered tom cats coming into my garfen..
Favorite Toy: Quite like chasing wand toys/string
Favorite Nap Spot: On a tiny footstool, in the undergrowth outdoors, on Joyce's bedroom windowsill.
Favorite Food: Likes most wet cat food, tuna, prawns, fresh mussels, raw meat especially lamb mince (like food to be served outside, if weather is suitable)
Skills: I knock on the door with my paw and scratch it when I want to come in.
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: I am Blade's cousin, I don't live with Blade but with his grandma Joyce. I used to live with a lady called Winnie from across the street and my Cairn terrier sister, Tammy. Winnie was very old and after a short illness she passed away in 2003. Winnie's family wanted Tammy but they couldn't take me as their own dog wasn't cat-friendly. I then moved in with Joyce, who became my new mum. I was aged 6 at the time.
Bio: At first I was very shy. Winnie had gone into hospital and I was left to fend for myself for a while and was quite scared and acted a bit wild. It didn't take long for me to settle into my new home and I became a very happy and contended cat.
Every now and then I take on a new 'apprentice', a young male cat who needs to learn the ways of the world. Tigga's world. My apprentice will follow me everywhere watching and learning from me how to be a 1st class cat. My apprentice is NOT allowed to enter my home. If he tries, woe betide him! When he qualifies as a first class cat, I send him on his way. Then I take on a new apprentice. My first apprentice was Robbie a.k.a. 'Bob'. He lives across the street and I taught him all he knows. During his apprenticeship, we were inseparable. Now I have a new apprentice, we aren't sure where he comes from, but he turns up for his tutorials most days. He'll make a fine cat. We recently found out his name is Dave.
I had some major dental surgery and now only have one bottom fang. All that means is: more lbs of pressure per that fang!
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In January of 2013 Tigga had a rapid deterioration in his health. In the space of about 3 weeks, Tigga lost a large amount of body weight despite eating well, his fur was dropping out in large clumps and he then began to traumatise himself on the trunk of his body, as if he was in pain inside. All tests were initially 'inconclusive' and it seemed Tigga had 'good blood' for a 16 year old cat - the usual illnesses of an older cat were all quickly ruled out. While all the test had been carried out and in the few days of waiting for results, Tigga's condition was rapidly deteriorating. A large tumour was found in his stomach and it became apparent that his dramatic fur loss was 'paraneoplastic alopecia' - cancer related fur loss leaving huge bald patches. This is a sign that the cancer has already spread. He'd also started to flick his paws as if trying to flick something off his feet - this was because the paraneoplastic alopecia affects the paw pads and they become painful to walk on. Tigga's illness became apparent and advanced so quickly that it truly shocking. We have no idea how long he'd been quietly coping with this disease as there had been no obvious signs. He'd been sleeping more and hadn't wanted to go outside as much this winter but these were things that we just put down to his age - being 16. At least Tigga didn't have a long, drawn out period of illness and suffering. He ate well until the last few days of his life and he wasn't vomiting, which was why it was such a shock to find out he had a large tumour in his stomach. He was clearly in pain though and starting to show signs of being in distress. Tigga was helped on his way to Rainbow Bridge on the 29th of January 2013. Although it was not a decision that my mum ever wanted to have to make, surgery was not going to help Tigga and it's doubtful that he was strong enough to have withstood any surgery anyway.
Tigga was a wonderful cat. He was a placid, yet slightly aloof cat and was respected by all the neighbours' cats that visited my mum's garden. He never did anything 'naughty' - apart from the time he managed to help himself to my dad's Christmas turkey which my mum had fetched from the butchers for him.
He was a large boned cat with huge shoulder blades, quite unlike any cat I've known before. His fur changed colour with the seasons and would develop a vibrant auburn tinge at certain times of the year. His fur was so thick and bushy that it made it all the more disturbing when the alopecia started.
He loved being outdoors and enjoyed spending a lot of time in my mum's large, walled in garden which is a paradise for cats - although he did like his home comforts too and my mum always kept him in at nights.
He will be missed a great deal by us all. Tigga was my mum's cat and I didn't live with him but I will miss him like he was one of my own cats - he had such a great presence.
Tigga's 'fur-brother' Wobbly will miss him a great deal too as he really looked up to him.
Three years ago today I left to go to Rainbow Bridge. I miss all my human family and I even miss Wobbly and the neighbour's tabby twins, Tigger & Tiny. I have to say though that Rainbow Bridge is much better weatherwise and the laboratory I have up here would make Pfizer's look inadequate. I miss all my Catster pals from the RNB group and terrific Tabbies and would like them to know that all their Bridge family are having a whale of a time, so not to worry about them.
Must get back to the lab, cooking something up for my Rainbow Bridgeaversary party tonight!
Well, being as it's now the year 2009, I think I should let you know about last years escapades with the cats who were frequenting my garden. It all revolved around a cat called Coco. You can see the story HERE and you have to read all the captions to the photos to find out the story.
The good news is that ALL the cats now have good, loving homes and are spayed/neutered/vaccinated/microchipped - so that the situation can't happen again!
If you're reading this and have un-spayed or un-neutered cats, please get them neutered - it's the most caring thing you can do for a cat. It provides health benefits, helps prevent them wandering off and going missing if they go outdoors and it helps prevent unwanted pets from being born. There is a massive imbalance in the amount of pets being born and the amount of homes available for them - all this is means that healthy cats and dogs are being destroyed :0(
On a sad note, my neighbour cat Fern has moved away. Blade's dad really loved Fernie and used to bring her treats every time he visited. Good luck in your new home, Fern - we will miss you!