Tyson

Tyson
Originally uploaded by foodchronicles.

This is Tyson. Or was Tyson I should say. He came to stay at our home when our daughter moved from Austin Texas to come to California for a while. She moved. He didn't. He was a cat's cat. He was the cat all the other cats wanted to be like. He wasn't an ounce overweight, his muscles were toned, and he could beat up any other cat on the block, and then come in and say hi and snuggle up to you and make you the most important thing in his life.

He once had to go to the vet for major problems due to a fight. He came back as the frankenstein of cats. He had four tubes leading out of his skull and a myriad of stitches. He was not happy, but survived to fight again.

One day while the gardener was here he got scared of the lawn mower. He hid under the truck. When the gardener left to go to another job he rolled right over him. This was an unrecoverable injury. He was hurt so badly the only thing to do was to put him out of his misery. He could not be fixed. It was one of the worst days in my husband's life. He was home alone at the time and witnessed the entire event. In fact, it has been a year and a half sonce that terrible accident, and just yesterday, could he bring himself to talk about Tyson.

We're cat people. I'll share some other pics of his brother Angus in a couple of days.