tigger: 1990-2006
he was my kitty. MINE.
i was nine years old when his momma, a stray, brought him and his 3 siblings underneath our deck.
i was the first person to see him stumble out from under the porch, eyes still shut, barely able to walk.
i was the first to see him stare wide-eyed at the entire world when his eyes first opened.
i carried him around in my pocket.
i chased him around when he was scruffy and his back legs still weren't quite synced with the rest of his body. they'd catch up to his front legs and he would run sideways.
he slept with me almost every night when i was growing up.
he always chose to take his naps on me.
i could always make him purr, even at his grumpiest, post-nap, soooo hungry times.
i'm glad you got to have your last year back in kansas, out in the yard, stalking birds, king of all you surveyed.
everything comes full circle.
i'll miss you.
i was nine years old when his momma, a stray, brought him and his 3 siblings underneath our deck.
i was the first person to see him stumble out from under the porch, eyes still shut, barely able to walk.
i was the first to see him stare wide-eyed at the entire world when his eyes first opened.
i carried him around in my pocket.
i chased him around when he was scruffy and his back legs still weren't quite synced with the rest of his body. they'd catch up to his front legs and he would run sideways.
he slept with me almost every night when i was growing up.
he always chose to take his naps on me.
i could always make him purr, even at his grumpiest, post-nap, soooo hungry times.
i'm glad you got to have your last year back in kansas, out in the yard, stalking birds, king of all you surveyed.
everything comes full circle.
i'll miss you.