This is my Tigger. We got him when I was 8 from our vet. Someone hit him, took him to the vet and never came back. Our vet fixed him up and kept him as their office cat. I befriended him after spending many days at the vet while my mom and the vet took care of my parents other cat (named Mench) who had feline leukemia. A few weeks after Mench went to kitty heaven I begged my parents for another kitty and we brought Tigger home. Tigger was skittish and not to fond of 8 y/o kids. He loved my mom and followed her around the house. He would sit and stare at my mom's spot on the couch until she sat down and he could sit on her lap. When she would go to Canada he would wander around lost, looking for her. Today Tigger went to the big mousefest in the sky. My mom goes to Canada on Wednesday. I think he knew and wanted my mom to be there with him.
