Greyson was a good kitty.

I'm not really a cat person. I love cats in the same context as I love all animals, just not the same as I love dogs and horses. Greyson was semi-feral. He lived his entire life within 100 feet of where he was born. He was one badass cat, not the least bit afraid of firmly putting a dog in his place or kicking butt on any cat that dared try stealing his cat food. I tried numerous times to make him a house cat, but he'd have none of it, screaming at the door the minute it was shut. Last week I took him to the vet because he had suddenly lost a lot of weight. She determined he needed a couple of teeth pulled. He was given a long acting antibiotic shot, since he isn't easy to medicate. Today I decided to take him back to the vet because he just wasn't bouncing back. This time she found a tumor in his belly. Rest In Peace Greyson. You were a good cat.