I noticed I'd posted about Tucker a while ago, so I'd thought I'd provide an update.
We still battle his feline stomatitis gingivitis but we've made progress. He's not allowed kibble. That's a challenge, because he loves kibble. The kibble causes flare ups - gum inflammation, infections, pain and drooling - making his life miserable and generating a truly foul dragon breath. Well, it's expected from an illness, no? Besides that, I squirt his mouth twice a day with L-lysine dissolved in water. The amino acid helps enormously. I've also started using Petlifz Peppermint Oralcare on his teeth. That was something new started in Feb. This week I added turmeric to his food. It's a natural anti-inflammatory. He's not fond of either the turmeric nor the peppermint oralcare. BUT, his fur has grown back and is clean and glossy, there's no nasty breath, his appetite is terrific, and he's bursting with energy. He follows me about, sleeping or visiting close at hand when I'm in the house. When the pain and infections flare up, we take him in for Depo Medrol and antibiotics, but I want to avoid those, because of their side effects and the damage they do to their organs.
Now, about that energy....
He's still a fighter. No other cat is completely safe from his advances. This is problematic. Quinn, 'our' cat, can co-exist with him but no other. We bring in Meep to protect him from foul weather. He belongs to people around the corner but they don't permit this sweetheart into their house, so we take him in, feed him, and let him sleep in the guest room, with the door closed. He has food, a litter box, water. He scratches on the door when he wants to leave and we let him out. To do that, we need to first isolate Tucker somewhere, or Tucker will go after him. Tucker has learned that I disapprove of that. I'm able to show him the squirt gun and warn him, "Stay back," and successfully let Meep depart.
We're also providing safe haven to Stubby. Stubby is a chubby tail-less black cat with a white triangle on his chest. He's very sweet. But Tucker and Meep both want to fight Stubby. (Stubby is my name for him. Not original. My wife calls him Boo Radley, someone who appears to perhaps be a monster but who is very sweet.) Stubby stays in the master bedroom. We've searched for his people without luck. Now a friend has recommended an animal psychic. She's used her numerous times with great results, so we'll go that route, as the current living situation, segregating cats, isn't feasible.
Meanwhile, Quinn, the lovable black paw, gets along with all of them. I did see Meep flee Quinn once, which made me laugh. Quinn's battle with moths, spiders and paper wrappers are epic, as he bats them and jumps back, leery of the threat they represent. He's not a fighter. Most days, though, Meep and Quinn do the standard nose exchange of info when they meet. Quinn does like with Stubby and sleeps near Stubby without problem on the bed, and eats alongside him. He'll sleep on me by Tucker but only after carefully vetting Tucker's intentions.