Being deaf, also has one blue eye and one green, Gerry lives in his own little world. Noise like thunder, screeching motorcycles going by, (we have a Biker's Bar down the street), the vacuum, don't mean a thing to him...
But he has this knack for showing up when I'm dishing out seconds to the other cats. He probably has a keen sense of smell for that.
When he was 2 years old I had to put him on a special food to prevent crystals in his urine. I buy a 17 lb bag from the vet which is also down the street for 60 bucks a pop to keep him alive.
Gerry is very much alive. A big goofy guy with plenty of energy.
He's also the only cat that will stand up to Scary Mary and who gets a smidgen of respect from her.
