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Tieg came into my life when she was about one. Typical of someone moving and couldn't take the cat. She was a tortoise shell tabby. She got to spend a year or so enjoying the developmental stages of becoming the queen of the household not realizing that everyone else just thought of her as the cat. She was the purrfect representation of an independent cat. Couldn't get her to respond to anything, but laps belonged to her. She was a lap cat. Then one day... |
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Then one day. I'm working out on a job site with my dad. Lunch time came along and this cat shows up, just emaciated, begging for food. He hung out with us the whole rest of the day and I took him home. His claws had been removed, his vocal chords disabled and his teeth were rotting out. He was pretty helpless out there. Tip to tail this cat was 30" and weighed 6lbs when I took him home. He was in bad shape. I preffer to believe that someone didn't place him in deaths way on purpose...but I don't know. He was a good tom. Lived for another seven years. |
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Tieger hated everything about this. This was her house, damnit! She did everything she could think of to make this cat go away and he pretty much ignored her. She would get rather indignant with me about it (and was very unladylike, I might add). They both liked my chair. If he got it first, even though he couldn't defend himself, she couldn't kick him out. If she got it first, he left her alone. But there was a bonus to his attitude. Tieg couldn't go outside without get her little butt kicked by all the other cats in the neighborhood (was a rough place for people to live too). |
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As Snag got better he started going outside some as well. Only there was no trouble. Got to noticing real fast that there were no other cats in the yard any more. Hmm, so I watched. Every day, he would walk the property line. I don't know how he knew exactly where it was, but he did! He'd meet another cat and would just walk up to them nose to nose. They'd hiss at each other once and the first one to wince away was always the other cat. There was never a fight. This fragile, frail old cat claimed a territory in which he was top cat and it was respected. Tieg could go out and play now. She also decided he could sit in the chair with her. These are pics of the first time it happened. |
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I need to talk about Tieg here...This whole thing was a hard pill for her to swallow. She really did have some big problems with it. She was angry at everything and had seemingly lost interest in all of the things she loved. She had bitten the eyes off of her little nip rat toy and was playing with the train set until real late at night. Then, I came home one evening and found her like this... |
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Eyes all glazed over and kinda slobbering on herself...We sat and had a long talk. I said, "I know...he smells real bad". And she said she kinda wanted to keep playing with the train set, and we went to sleep on that. |
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Next morning was hell for the poor girl though... took her a while to shake it off. "Ut Oh", she'd say.
After a while she figured out that a cats world was far more than where Snag could go. Even though he covered all important lower portion...if it was higher than 18"...he couldn't go there. So, with her guardian "death breath" on the ground, she was able to rule the heavens. And so she did! |
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I don't know how old Snag was when he died in about '85, but he just got too old to be alive anymore and conked out one day. Tieg lived well into the 90's and was amost 20 when she passed. |
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