the year of knowing Grizzle
He came to eat the scraps left over in the food bowl, we fed the local strays. He ate and kept a lookout, made sure he was alone.
He would wait far off till I filled the bowl and went back inside before he approached. Soon he became used to seeing me behind the glass door.. we looked at each other, but we kept our distance.
One cold winter day he meowed so pitifully, it was more of a scratchy shrill screech I opened the door to see what was wrong.. and he came inside.
He found our kitchen heater, and made himself at home.
He loved heaters! This one in the kitchen had an open flame, and one day he came so close to it, his tail caught fire! My husband grabbed his tail right away, and flicked the fire out in an instant, so no harm done.. Grizzle wasn't even aware of what happened.
After that, we put the fireplace screen in front of it.
He eventually found my art room, and sat near the heater in there.
He soon made his way to the top of the heater, where he loved to sit, right next to where I was trying to work. In this picture, you can see the strange fur he had.. a beigry white undercoat, with longish black hairs sticking out. He had none of the soft cat fur that most other cats have.
He was a sweet little thing, and when he discovered that being petted was nice, he just loved it to bits! It was like a drug to him.
That year he became part of the family. He loved sitting by the back door, soaking up the sun.
He started looking less like a skinny starving stray, and more like a lovely pet cat
That spring and summer, he enjoyed the garden.
The other stray cat, Winky didn't seem to mind him being around.
Our other cats didn't mind him either, they all got along well.
Grizzle loved the soft grass.
He liked to follow me around, posing prettily in from of flowers.
Lounging with Tinkerbelle in the summer shade.
I got a photo of all five cats together! Tinkerbelle on the window ledge, Pippin just below her, Dib (my son's cat) next to the potted orange tree, Winky having lunch, and Grizzle watching him.
As the year wore on, Grizzle seemed to be losing weight
and drool a lot. We thought he might have been sick, but before we could take him to the vet, he disappeared.
This is the last photo I took of Grizzle. We never saw him again. We searched, but found no trace of him. We think he might have laid down somewhere under a shrub to die.
Michael and I are happy that we could have given this cat a warm home to live his last year in comfort.