Big Daddy is a long hair gray at least 9-10 years old only comes late at night so it is hard to get a picture of him. From the information given to me from another here on the block who feeds our block cats, Big Daddy has quite a network
of feeders and looks like he honors those of us who feed him best. He is beautiful and looking very healthy at this point and it is my main goal to make sure I make every moment he allows as good as I can make it. He is now allowing me to pet him,
so I guess he likes what I feed him.
He as now becomes my alarm clock, if breakfast is late he will scream at the door until breakfast is served.
Today I was able to pick Big Daddy up (of course he hissed) bring him inside.
I put him at the feeding area and went and dished him up a can of food. He proceeded to eat that, then he had some dry food just to make sure he was full and drank his water. He looked around for a bit and decided that he wanted back outside.
He was inside for about 1/2 hour without freaking out. And I was able to pet him (him hissing of course) But he took it all in stride and wasn't upset or scared.
Big Daddy has been a fixture in the neighborhood for over 10
years. He is part Maine Coon so is very fluffy and has a look on his face that would scare even a cat lover like me until you get to know him.
He didn't come often as at first he was not in my count but soon he started showing up more often then
my offerings of food went from dry cat food to warm homemade stews. It seems he has a large network of feeders that he has built up over the years. However even with this, when I met him, he was rather thin and you could tell he had a bad case
of ear mites.
The first winter I worried about him even making it through and made sure that whenever he showed up, I made food available. Thank goodness by the end of winter he was in better shape than when winter started.
he started spending more time with us and I was able to get close enough without him running away and I was able to get Revolution on him. So now I knew his ear mites were treated, fleas and ticks were a thing of the past and he now lets me know when
he needs a treatment again. Seems he knows a good thing when it happens.
Then came the magic day when he let me pick him up. You have to understand several months have passed where he would let me pet him but he would hiss and growl. However
this day I was feeling brave and picked him up. Of course came the normal hissing and growling, however when I started scratching his head he started adding purring to the mix. I have now learned the growling and hissing is his way of telling me
not to expect much and the purring is his way of telling me that he likes me. Talk about mixed signals.
But the good thing with being able to pick him up is that I can judge his weight and make sure what I am seeing is more than fur. I
would guess he is now weighing between 15-18 pounds. Yes, he is a big boy with lots of muscle.
He has been in several times and did not freak out. I was hoping with his age he would accept a indoor life. However when
he had his meal and did some checking out of things it was outside he wanted to go. But there is hope that sometime he will accept inside and a soft bed to end his last time on earth. I am hoping he will allow me to hold his paw as he passing to
the Rainbow Bridge. It is upsetting to even think of this beautiful regal cat not being part of my life