I read an ad one day that said "free to good home, he's the runt".
When I went to look at him, his brothers and sisters were still there, but they had tags on them already and had been sold to buyers who wanted pure breed perfection.
I knelt down and looked at him, I actually asked if he wanted to come home with me, and that if he did all he had to do was wander over to me.
He did not wander, he bounced and next thing I know I had this little tiny 3 inch high ball of fur with bright blue eyes in my hand, sitting like he had always belonged there.
The first week was rough, I almost lost him because the people that gave him away lied about how old he really was, and because of it he wasn't eating or drinking on his own. First vet trip was funny.
Tigger didn't like being away from me, especially away from my chest where he could hear my heartbeat, so for a couple of weeks I ended up wearing overalls where he slept in the bib pocket, and pretty much remained there until he got curious and strong enough to sneak out.
I could not have ever asked or looked to find a better cat. Tigger does not get vocal all that often, he does not scratch furniture, or beg or eat things he shouldn't. He doesn't sleep in the laundry and he is also a 100% protective and happy-go-lucky.
In February 2010 he turned 13 and is still as much a kitten today than when I first got him ( not in size mind you, he's huge now ). Playful, adoring, sweet and bouncy. I couldn't imagine my life without him even though I know someday he won't be there physically, I'll have him with me always.
~the wonderful things about Tigger's, is Tigger's a wonderful thing...~ Angel