George

George, he was such a handsome fella, he was all black, black tuxedo he had the perfect bib and perfect white cuff paws.  He was our first boy.  George's story, yes is not any of my animals connected to a story, well here it is......

We were at my MIL's living, didn't have our house yet, so Gary goes outside and he see's this black cat hanging around.  So yes, he puts food out, he eats and moves on.  Now George was almost named Charlie, why Charlie.  George showed up every day at 5:00, so he was "5:00 Charlie" something about Vietnam or something war story Gary said.  But George stuck, I don't even know how George came about.  So one winter freezing night, Gary saw George, shivering! That didn't sit well with us.  So Gary was able to get close to George with some lunch meat and grabs him!  In the house he came.  Now as you may notice I keep saying, "Gary" saw, "Gary" trapped, "Gary" caught, yes it's not all me !

So we put George in the laundry room, not sure what we had on our hands.  That didn't do well and then George just had run of the house.  He was your typical boy, he was younger, and didn't like living in the house full time.  So he would go in and out and realized, hummm this couch is pretty nice!  So it was Tilly, Bandit and George.

George was someones cat, he had NO claws and not too many teeth.  So we always worried when George went outside with no front claws.  But we felt much better when we saw him with a animal and he did well with his back feet, they were like his front paws to him.

One day my MIL was letting George in and all of a sudden I hear, "NOOOOOOOO" I run, no clue what I am going to encounter and George had a mole in his mouth and she almost let George in the house with the mole.  George was always leaving us treats at the back door.

George also had to go to the vet for a few days to 'watch' something pass thru him, sorry to be graphic.  One day I come home from work and he comes in and paws at his mouth, I think "HE"S CHOKING" in the truck we go and to the vet.  George stayed, he had a x-ray and the vet said he ate something.  So every day he had a x-ray to see how far thru the 'item' was.  It passed and I passed out at the bill.

George had a girl friend too, Tilly.  But it was a secret romance, Tilly was still Princess and could not 'like' a boy! How could that be.  We felt bad for Tilly when George passed, she already lost her sister and just about needed a psychologist what would happen with George.  She did well as can be for her.

George also had Hyper-Thyroidism, so we did the Radiation 131 treatment for him.  George went to upstate NY for the treatment, he had to stay a week since he was Radioactive, we did have a web cam so we watched him till lights went out.  One night the lights stayed on we said George is having a pizza party.  When I picked him up, I was given a letter from the facility that if I set off the Radiation detectors on the Tapanzee Bridge, show the officials this paper, they will let you go.  I'm thinking great, I can see it now, "Cat sets off detectors and shuts down the highway"  we made it over the bridge fine and home fine. We always joked that George glowed in the dark for a while. 

Then there was Orangie, Callie and LuLu.......