TYLER TURNS TWENTY-TWO!
He is the love of my life! He is the joy of my being! He is the solace for my anxiety! He’s Tyler!Eight years ago, we adopted the dark-striped tabby from the Oregon Humane Society. It listed him as an eighteen-year-old stray who had been on his own a long time. He had, however been neutered and ear-tipped at some point in his life. Someone must have thought he was feral, but this loving, friendly cat is far from it.
He was shy at first, and in bad shape. He’d had all his rotten teeth removed at OHS, and that was when the doctors came up with the educated guess of age 18. When we took him to our own vet, however, she couldn’t believe he was that old and placed him closer to the fourteen-mark. That’s what we’ve been going by ever since, though we’ll never know for sure.
Tyler at the vet.
It took Tyler some time to get used to constant human interaction, but he took to the comforts of home from the start. He could finally rest without keeping one eye open for danger. He was safe and warm and loved, and he knew it.
Tyler was interested in everything! Everything except going outside. I guess he’d had enough of that when he was stray.
Bird TV
The Hartz catnip seahorse
Boxes.
We lavished him with toys and treats.
Tyler in the catio with Blaze and Ginchan.
Tyler and his biggest fan Jaimz.
Last week Tyler had his bi-annual wellness visit, and his labs were perfect. He has a bit of arthritis/muscle wasting in his hind end, but it doesn’t keep him from running to top of the cat tree and dashing all over the house. His chronic conjunctivitis eye condition has improved greatly from when he came to us and is now barely noticeable. His favorite thing to do is to sit beside us on the couch while we watch TV. He’ll even meow for us to come sit with him when we walk through the room.
So handsome!
