I keep waiting for Tigger to come into the "computer room" and rub against my leg after pawing at it for a minute or so. I keep expecting to trip over him and fuss lovingly at him to "don't make mommy trip".
To go back in time... My husband and I decided after a week or 2 of discussion, we wanted a cat and were planning on going to the local shelter the following Monday to adopt one. We actually prayed to find a kitten that would need us as much as we needed him/her. As it were, over the dreary and rainy weekend sometime in April (I've forgotten the date), there was this sweet and a bit skinny, little orange tabby that went running through our yard and was heading to the nearby woods along with an older cat. The little orange one turned around and looked at us and mewed before following its companion into the woods. We'd never seen this twosome before and thought they were just passing through. The next day however, my husband whispered for me to look out the back door. There was this little orange cat that we'd seen the day before. He looked hungry and I just *had* to give it some warm milk. Our big Ridgeback/Lab was looking out the back door too, but she stood aside when I opened the door to set the milk outside for the little waif. The kitty came right up to the porch and began lapping hungrily. Much to our surprise, the kitty entered the house when we opened the door to step inside. Kitty just walked underneath our dog's legs and went straight to the dog's food bowl and began munching some leftovers. Kitty audibly sighed its contentment and we couldn't help but laugh. We figured this little kitty *must* belong to someone, so we gathered it up (hadn't discovered it was a boy yet) and drove around our rural neighborhood trying to find its rightful home. No one claimed the little kitten, so we did, as it had seemed to claim us. A few days later we did find out it was a boy, and we named him "Tigger [of the] Woods". We made an appointment with our vet for our new baby to have a physical and get started on some shots and worming. He wasn't old enough yet to be neutered, so we waited for him to mature. He was not happy with that procedure. lol
We gained 2 more kitties (both female and litter mates) when my son moved back home after his marriage disintegrated in 2002. We had the girls spayed and their shots started on a regular basis. Our Terrible Threesome really got along quite well for a number of years, and Gigi-cat was the 1st one to pass over the Rainbow Bridge for unknown reasons. I miss that beautiful cat as she was very loving and the one that kept everyone else (Tigger, her sister, and 3 dogs -- one being a Pit Bull) in line. We lost her sister (a silly little comedic Tortie) just 8 months ago due to kidney failure. They all lived long lives and we were so blessed to have every one a part of ours! We also lost a sweet feral kitty known only as "Little Momma' (named by my late son) -- but she's another story... :`(
Tigger's passing over the Rainbow Bridge is something I've not quite come to grips with as of yet... I am so grateful for our Vet whose compassion and mercy is beyond belief. I am grateful for forums like this that let you pour your heart out and not be criticized or ridiculed. I am grateful to God who trusted us with His little animals to be our companions for a long time. Thank you for letting me share Tigger's story with you...