I've got a Tiger by the tail!
It all started back in 1988. My wife, Jan was at work when one of her colleagues, Mossy Boots told her about a tatty looking moggie hiding in the car park. On investigation they found a battered looking tabby hiding under a pallet. He spat, waved his paws, claws out and disappeared. Jan put some food out and lo and behold he reappeared. From then he was fed every day, yes, Saturdays, Sundays and Bank holidays as well..
After a few months we managed to coax him out from under the pallet, we then discovered a very bad open wound on one of his front legs. Unable to catch him we, with advice from the vets, crushed some antibiotic tablets into his food, I'm pleased to say this worked and the injury cleared up. Although he was being fed daily, we could not make friends with him. In fact on more than one occasion we received minor wounds, hence he became known as Tiger.
In 1989 we had a kennel made for him this was placed on his pallet. Eventually it became his home. Slowly we were getting round him and whilst he was eating we were allowed the odd stroke.
During 1989, Tiger still not friendly, we set a trap and eventually caught him, straight to the vet he went. First his bits were removed, and then a clean up - he was covered in oil. The vet we used described him as a 'real wild cat - you will never tame him'. But after being neutered he started to change. Slowly he came round and let us stroke him.
1990 started and now Tiger looked forward to his strokes more than his food. Even so he still lashed out and drew blood. It was during this period that we first noticed that his tongue would hang out. It was found out later that in his younger days his jaw had been broken and the lower part actually protrudes, also he only has two teeth.
By the end of May, Jan's firm decided to resurface the yard. The question now arose what to do with Tiger? You can guess, Tiger, kennel came home with us. The first job when he got home was to put a collar and ID tag on him, just in case. As the collar was done up his frown disappeared and was replaced with a smile. Also a strange sound, a purr!!
When the yard was finished he had settled in and become king of our house, our other cats scared of him but tolerating him. Did we take him back? No, he stayed. He had taken over. Everything, including us belonged to him. Become the most possessive cat ever known. You could not ignore him. All visitors had to stroke him, any cat sitting on a lap would suddenly find Tiger on top of them. The only thing he did not work out was how to sit on two laps at once.
People who met him described him as big, loveable, and cute? He was actually in appearance not unlike a bulldog. His claim to fame was having a photograph of him sitting like a little old man in our garden leaning against the fence published in The Junior News.
His photograph has now been used in a CP leaflet and on the CP HQ web site as a fat cat!
Sadly when he got to 17 years of age, he became hyper thyroid and died in 1999.
We miss him. He was a good mate.