He is unabashedly my brat. A mere three years old but make no mistake he's an old soul. 👴
An old, vocal, bossy, inpatient soul. 😹
He gripes for cuddles, he gripes to go out, gripes to come in, gripes for food. 🗣
This morning I'm getting out of the shower, I'm drying off, he comes in and starts telling me all about it. 😾
Okay, he wants something....what?🤔
I'm trying to get dressed while he's pawing at me and telling me insistently about it. So I rub his chin and finish dressing while he purrs and get bossier. 🤨
Alright. I gave him scritches, not satisfied. Could the food be low? There was plenty before I took my shower. But he's following me, maybe he wants out?🤔
I get to the back door and the food bowls....which will it be? He jumps up to the bowls and starts telling me again. 🗣
It wasn't even empty!😕
You couldn't see a glimpse of silver in the bottom. 🙄
It was just half empty. 🙍♀️
Half!🙍♀️
Did I mention he has a designated food bowl? He'll only eat out of the one on the far right, period. He's booted the others out of the way so he can have
"his" bowl. 🙄
Most definitely a brat. 😼
But he's my brat. 💛
We found him the day before the 4th of July, three years ago. It was rainy, he was outside of a grocery store whining, so tiny, and I lured him with pressed ham.
Brought him home and halfway there he starts to poo, I hold him over a grocery sack that we use for trash. 💩
Next thing I know Bill loses control on a curve and we're in a juniper tree. Poor Tigger bounced to Bill's side of the car, covered in Dr Pepper, scared to death. 🙀
One way to make sure we never forget how or where we got him. 🤣
Yup, he's my baby. I know you shouldn't have favorites but he is mine. He's my cuddle buddy. 🥰
And now you know Tigger. 🐈
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