Tupac on my desk. He is so thin especially compared to Odie

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I am an older gay guy in a long-term wonderful relationship. My spouse and I are in our 36th year together. I love politics and news. I enjoy civil discussions and have no taboo subjects. My pronouns are he / him / his and my email is Scottiestoybox@gmail.com

6 thoughts on “Tupac on my desk. He is so thin especially compared to Odie”

    1. Hi Nan. Looks can be deceiving. Tupac has had an injury to his hips and lower back. We think he was hit by a golf cart and we have assholes here who will target animals in the street with their carts. When Ron adopted Tupac as his outside / inside fur child, we took him to the vet. Tupac was furious at the vet and Ron and let everyone know he was angry. He had several names at the time but Ron renamed him and it stuck with everyone. But the vet found he had a list of problems, including worms. He is a good hunter and eats wild rabbits and other game and so … and he was spotting from his butt little poop spots where ever he laid. But we fixed that. We give him expensive drugs every month that kill worms, ticks, fleas, and other stuff. He spends most of his time inside and a lot out, he likes to be out during the night sometimes. The thing is he is so thin, yet he eats like he never can get full. He eats at least two or more cans of cat food a day, bowls full of dry food, and he loves human foods including spaghetti sauce, cheese, and lots of milk. As he has trouble pooping due to his injuries, he needs stuff to keep his stool soft. His poop is these very hard almost square / round nodules. He has gotten to love being picked up and held, he loves to be petted. Odie is what he is, he is a diabetic and we restrict his food as much as possible yet still keep him fed. Hugs. Scottie

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    1. Hi Ali. Yes he is cute, short hair, and so very thin. He loves to be petted, and he purrs so softly. We have a small fluffy blanket we put on the bed for him, and he curls up in it, purring happily. Some people called him Mr. Man due to his mustache you mentioned, but Ron changed that. Now everyone calls him Tupac. He is really Ron’s cat now. He will sit there on the floor next to Ron as he cooks, and Ron will slide him bits and pieces that Tupac devours. I do like the cat but admit he frustrates me. He has lost two homes so far. He is very impatient. He can not bring himself to quite commit to being an inside cat. But on the other hand, the female feral cat he hangs out with who we feed has gotten so comfortable with me and our family room where we feed her, she will now come right up to me. She normally keeps away from people about 6 feet or more away from her and she is ready to run, but lately she will come up to finger length to me as I feed her and she will come into the family room all the way to the door to the house and sit there. This morning as I carried a plate of food towards her, she met me by the step and stood there are I slowing lowered the plate. She was touching one side of the plate starting to eat and I still had not stood up, my hand still on the plate. I slowly rose and backed away. Now in the morning when I get up and turn off the house alarm, I open the family room door to the carport, and she comes in, eats, and then sits in the door. I can not close it, she sits in the doorway, half in and half outside. Like she is keeping the options open. I hope she gets more comfortable because if we have through another bad hurricane, our family room is her best safe place. Hugs. Scottie

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      1. It sounds like your slow and steady work is gaining her confidence, Scottie! What a cat whisperer-I remember from the shelter, consistency from humans makes a big difference.

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        1. Hello Ali. When we first moved to Florida, there was a cat in the neighborhood who was injured, but no one could catch them to help them. I fed them for a few days. I let the cat get used to me. Then I sat in the driveway by myself. I talked to the cat, and it came closer and closer, eventually climbing into my lap. It took a long time and my body was screaming in pain. Then I put my arms around them. At that point they fought to get away, ripping my shirt and clawing my skin. I stayed calm, holding them firm but not lashing out at them. In a while the cat settled down in my arms, and we were able to take it to the vet. The thing I learned working with animals is when they lash out, when they react in fear, the most important thing is to not react negatively in any way, but to maintain a calm inviting peaceful demeanor. They are like kids, like I was, they react to fear and some will freeze and some will freak out. If they do, just stay nice, and present comfort to them. I guess it is the best way to help abused kids also.

          If my life had been different, I would have loved to be a vet or at least work in a veterinarian office. Hugs. Scottie

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