Tigger

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. - Albert Schweitzer

There’s no good way to say it, no way at all really. Tigger died today. The words leave a burning lump in my throat, even typing the does.

Most of you know Tigger, he was one of the most awesome cats I’ve ever had the privilege of being owned by. He was one of those cats where you could swear he was looking at you and speaking. When he snuggled with me while I was petting him, he’d hook a paw on my arm to remind me that I had two hands and I should be petting him with both. When he sat, he crossed his paws like he was royalty and should be treated as such. Yet, he was affectionate and warm and loving. Often he’d come into bed and just want to lie on me or by me (which, for a 20 lb cat, could be a bit much).

He will be intensely missed by my whole family. Even dad, the anti-cat person, loved Tigger. The two of them used to play every night before bed.

So Myboyfriend and I are a bit sadder. Later tonight Myboyfriend did the same thing he did when Tigger and Hannah left my apartment… he wandered around and looked everywhere, doing little calling meows.

Thank you all for being part of Tigger’s fans.

Farewell Tigger (aka Fat Cat) — you have a special place in my memories forever.

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