Taylor Hicks

This is Taylor Hicks, named after my favorite American Idol. He came to my door on the afternoon of May 31, 2006, after a week of strolling up into my carport at midnight and setting off the sensor light, but running away from me when I tried to get him. When he showed up that afternoon, he was panting from the heat and meowing. This time I caught him. I took him to the vet the next day and he got a clean bill of health. I was told he was between one and three years of age. He has a microchip, but was never registered (he is now), and no one put up signs looking for him. I live where pets aren't allowed, so I don't know where he came from. I know he would love to get outside again, but believe me, he won't. That outside world is too dangerous. Taylor will only eat cat food that is shredded, with gravy. He licks all the gravy off, then leaves the food. He eats the Meow Mix Indoor Formula and loves that. He also loves table food. When I give him pieces of meat, he will knock the meat off the table (he sits on the table) and then bats it all over the floor, swats it, and pounces on it before he eats it. I guess he's "hunting". The only time he doesn't "hunt" the meat is when he helps me make my lunch in the morning. Then he eats the ham, chicken, or roast beef right on the counter. I don't know why he doesn't "hunt" that. Taylor is usually a very good boy, but there are those occasions - like when he attacks my legs as I walk by and he's hiding under the table. Or when I'm here at the computer and he jumps up and grabs my arm. I guess he just wants me to pay attention to him. Unfortunately, his claws are out and it HURTS. He plays with catnip-filled socks, his catnip mouse, and jingle balls. He also likes to sit on the back porch and watch the ducks in the lake, the egrets, the herons, and the assorted Ibis that roam here. I'm very glad that Taylor came into my life. I love my sweetie, Taylor Hicks.
~~~Barbie-Lou

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