Tigger joined our family 14 years ago.  Greg and I both agree that he was actually an ugly little thing when we first got him.  But he grew into a beautiful little cat.



I had several nicknames for him “Little man", "cat cat" were all terms of endearment.  "Mister Man" was used when he got into trouble. "My little copilot" was the name Greg would use when he described watching the football, baseball and basketball games with Tigger.  



This cat was very unique.  He loved red licorice and for some reason he could smell that candy a mile away and would go nuts until you gave him a slice. He also loved McDonald's french fries.  If they were not McDonald's he won't go near you.  Occasionally when he would watch sports with Greg he was known to lick a beer bottle cap.



He was also a very smart cat.  He knew how to open a screen door with his paws. He could open a door if the handle was lever and a not a door knob.  



Tigger loved to do somersaults in front of you.  He was able to throw his body completely around and straight into the wall.



No closed doors in the house for Tigger.  No, no he didn't like that. If the door was closed he would either open it by jumping on the lever or throwing his body against the door until you opened it.  He was also known to throw a paw or two underneath the door.



He had the strangest meow for most of his life. It was a little tiny meow.  We would tease him that he sounded like a little baby.



The winter was the best time because Tigger loved to cuddle in the covers.  You would be asleep and all of the sudden you would feel something crawling down in the covers.  



He also had a knack for pushing me to the middle of the bed.  He liked to lay at the edge.  He also like to make sure I got up at 5:00 every morning.  A slight little meow in the hear would happen until I got up.



Bedtime was very important; when I was ready for bed I would tell him "Tigger bedtime". He would hop of the couch or wherever he happen to be and follow me into the bedroom.  If Greg was still up he would eventually venture out to check on him.  He always had to make sure he knew where we were.



He could always sense when I was sad.  He would come up and nuzzle you by putting his whole head down into your arms so you could pet the top of his head.  



He also gave the best backrubs, by climbing on top of your back and lying right in the middle. He was the perfect weight to help relive a sore back. If only we could have taught him to walk around our backs for at least 45 minutes.



Tigger was a spoiled little brat. We tried getting another little kitten when he was about 5.  He was not having any of that. He wanted to be the only one.  He didn't like visitors that were animals either.  He attacked Greg's parent’s dog when we watched it one weekend.



He pretty much ran the roost in our household and would take over your favorite chair or spot on the bed if it was nice a warm.



We would tease him as he grew older, he also grew wider but he was still purring and drooling as any happy cat would.  



It wasn’t until two months ago that we noticed Tigger had cataracts.  He got around pretty well being blind.  But with the sudden change his poor little heart could take it.  



We will miss our little man.  We have just wonderful memories of him.  Although God did not take him naturally like I hope, I only pray that we made the right decision in releasing him from his pain.



We will always love you Tigger.  You will always be in our hearts even when we take in two little ones.  No other kitten or pet will take your place.  



We miss you...our little man.  Love Christine & Greg