Tiger came home with me from South Georgia when my sister, June and her husband, Charlie, moved to Atlanta. They could not have a pet in the retirement community. Tiger was not their cat, anyway. She came out of the woods and made a friend in Charlie. Charlie likes cats and she knew it. She jumped up in his lap and purred her love. But after a few weeks, Charlie and most of their belongings were picked up by movers and I was left there to lock up after everyone was gone. When I opened the back door and this cute little cat came right in, I knew I would have to take her back to North Carolina.
She and Rocky, our rescued dog, never had a cross word. She could take his bed if she wanted, and he never growled or fussed. In their later years, he licked her from head to tail almost every day and she stretched out on the floor enjoying all the attention.
Barry loved her from the day she came to us. He was more of a cat person than I, but no one could help loving Tiger. She was a people cat. If you came to my house, Tiger would soon be in your lap purring. She tried to do that with my brother, but he flew out of his chair and tossed her across the room. He is not a cat person.
I will miss the way she chased the little red laser light up the wall and under the table. She never missed seeing a squirrel at the window and would charge to the top of the coffee table and almost go through the pane. She had a bob tail and walked down the hall like a prissy little girl. Her lovely eyes were large and round. Someone had clipped the tip of one ear, probably to let it be known she was neutered.
I will miss her scratching at my door in the morning so she could come in and get on the bed with me. If she had been here today, she would be on the bed because that is where I've been all day. I am under the weather and resting as the doctor prescribed. Feeling blue already because of my health, the news that Tiger had to be put down was a large blow. But I know it was the best thing to do. I didn't want her to suffer any longer. She will be the last pet I will have, and she will live forever in my memory with Rocky, Kodi, Nicki, Mama Cat, Queenie and my horse, Pretty Thing.