Tigger

Hi, I'm Tigger. I have been with mom for 7 years. I had been left off at a college friend's house (she went back after her two children went to college and got a BA degree in Psychology. 4 paws for her). Anyway on with my story. Her friend was going to keep me, until I tried to eat her bird, hey I was just a young fellow. Her husband told her to take me to the pound (ugh!). She told my mom about me and she said, let me take a look at him first. She has a soft spot for cats. We met and it was love at first sight. I came home with her that very day. She had a cat already named Ariel, and after a few hisses and growls, we became buds. She was bossy, but we loved each other. Samantha came along three years later. Ariel and I took her in and raised her as our own. Ariel died in October of 2005 and we all still miss her. Mom tears up every time she sees a picture of her, or a white cat that looks similar. I liked to be petted on my head and belly. I meow very loud when I want in or out. I tell mom "no" when she tries to tell me to do something I don't want to. (Like get off the counter, as the picture shows. You can see who won that battle!!) I have a duck friend named George. We like to stalk each other. I like toys like the new one mom bought, especially with a little catnip and I like the furry play mice. I like to eat the tails of the furry mine and play football with them. I also play with the lizards. Most of them are growing new tails. I am the King of my neighborhood. I'm mostly an outdoor cat and have had my share of fights and bites, but no one comes in my space unless I let them. Our neighborhood is a cul-de-sac with minimal traffic and very few children. Samantha is a chatter mouth, so I mostly let her blog. I'm the strong silent type, but I felt it was my time to be heard from today. My motto is "They call me Mr. Tigger." , but my friends call me Tigger. -"Headbutts"" to all.