What a Monday it was... I was just about to run out the door for work when I noticed a major issue with Tigger. Tigger was my 16 year old, 25+ pound orange cat. Chip had been threatening to get him a lasagna pan to sleep in :-) He was laid back, easy going, loud purring, and just generally an all around cool cat. He tolerated my son lying on him, loved a good belly rub, and kept his harem of other cats in line. He actually outweighed my son until quite recently! He was affectionately known as "Biggie Tig", and he was the pimp daddy around here. When Pakhet moved in (Chip's beautiful girl), he would just walk toward her with this attitude of "I'm in charge here, no one hangs on my block without my permission"... to which Pakhet usually gave the finger and ran off. He was always first to eat (and never missed a meal!), first to drink, first to the box, first to catnip, occupier of all sunbeams, and always, ALWAYS had first pick of who got to sleep where with the humans in bed. He will be sorely missed, and fondly remembered. Tonight when monkey asked "Where's Tigger momma?", I wasn't quite sure what to say. He asked if Tigger was still at the doctor, and if he'd come home tomorrow. I told him Tigger wasn't coming home anymore. Monkey replied, "Well, he should go to Florida, the doctor there can fix him. Then somebody else can have him." Ahhh...3 year old logic :-)
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