18 months ago he showed up on my doorstep, thin and dirty, infested with tapeworms and ear mites. Every morning, there he was, sitting outside my sliding glass door, looking so sweet and vulnerable. Read the original Orange Cat story here.
Then, six months after he appeared at my back door, I decided to change our fates forever. So twelve months ago this month I opened my door and let him move in with me. It's apparently what he wanted, so who am I, a hopeless cat lover, to turn him away?
Read the first 6-month update here.
|How OG looked when he first showed up in March, 2016.|
Now, one year after agreeing to let him adopt me, he has become such a part of my life and my household that it's hard to imagine life without him. He's an old cat, estimated to be about 14 years old (same age as my Nyla) but he has a few good years left; let me make those years happy for him.
|Enjoying the early evening on the deck with me.|
|Such a sweet face. And that tongue!|
He's adjusted quite well to our routine, and as of today has become much more of an indoor cat, quite happy to snooze the day away in a soft chair or in a sunny corner of the house.
|Found OG here, on the desk chair in my office. Weird!|
|Nyla and OG sharing the bed with me.|
|Enjoying the wonderful evening air, post-Harvey hurricane.|
For the past six months or so, he's graduated from being enclosed in the laundry room at night to sleeping in bed with me all night. This is a huge change for him. He no longer roams the house yowling in the middle of the night, which is why I was enclosing him in the laundry room. Now he sleeps pressed hard up against me all night long. At some point in the night he gets up, uses the litter, gets a snack or sip of water, but quietly slips back into bed with me. Such a wonderful and welcome change!
|I'm a kitty sandwich!|
Ever since OG moved in with me, he's had a runny nose. But more recently the thin mucus became thicker and he'd experience a series of rapid sneezes, blowing 'snot rockets' around the house. This worsened to the point that it was interfering with his ability to breathe - like having a bad head cold. So I took him to the vet's, got his shots up-to-date and some antibiotics and antihistamine for the mucus discharge.
|OG has his own humidifier. Trying to help with his stuffy nose.|
Over the course of the next few weeks the mucus seemed to clear up a bit but then the mucus discharge started showing streaks of blood, or even frank blood. So back to the vet's and this time a closer examination. The vet determined that he most likely had abscessed teeth that were infected and affecting his sinuses, so surgery was schedule for a week later, with a round of antibiotics for the week leading up to that surgery.
|Poor stoned kitty! Glassy-eyed and groggy on drugs!|
The surgery went well, he had all teeth in his right jaw extracted, including the right upper incisor. Poor little guy! I picked him up that afternoon and got him home. He was so groggy! He was also hungry and I'd anticipated this, setting a saucer of Delectables Bisque into the fridge to chill before getting him home. I felt that lapping chilled bisque might feel good on his sore mouth. He was so groggy and the nerve block on his right jaw (think having novocaine at the dentist) was still in effect, so it took him a few moments to get his tongue to work correctly, but eventually he got it going and lapped up the entire saucerful.
|The next morning, post-op. Nyla sleeping with him in bed.|
My sweet little OG slept with me that night and the next morning I woke to find Nyla curled up next to him, something she'd never done before. Cats just know! Of course this was short-lived and within the day, their relationship returned to its normal aloof status.
I am so thankful this wonderful, sweet, loving cat has chosen to share the rest of his life with me.
|Feeling comfortable and right at home!|