One year ago today (technically tomorrow, but it was a Friday 52 weeks ago), I brought home my new orange goofball.
Here’s how he looked on the way home:
Here’s Mr. Tig today (literally):
He’s been a major huggy bear today. And that’s even before I give him his treat (he’s getting tuna later). And in honor of Tigger Day, we have a cascade of photos of my third orange goofball in a row.
He eats bugs.
He strikes silly poses.
He walks on tables.
He lies in the sun.
He pulls the afghan off my chair and sleeps on it.
He lies in wait to play with the broom. (Yes, really.)
He goes where he’s not allowed.
He is: Tig3.0. What a wonderful year this has been.
Wotta sweetie! (Tig 3.0, too.)
Comment by Elisson — 04/17/2009 @ 9:10 pm
Tig–A joy to behold and all the fun times
*lots of scritches*
Comment by Pamela — 04/17/2009 @ 10:29 pm
Happy B-Day Mr. Tigger. You are a handsome cat!
Comment by lol — 04/18/2009 @ 8:09 am
If Ingrid could speak, I am sure she would join with me in wishing you many more years with this fine cat I am, though, a bit bemused by your reference to places where he isn’t allowed. I thought cats were allowed any place they could get to; that certainly seems to be the rule around here.
Oh, well, Ingrid and I have at least this in common: We both get away with a lot because we’re just so cute.
Comment by Alex Bensky — 04/18/2009 @ 9:26 am
Happy Tigger Day! Mazal tov, and many, many happy returns!
Sending lots of skritches and cuddles to Tigger, and to Gracie too!
Comment by Rahel — 04/18/2009 @ 4:08 pm
Great pics! May you have many happy years together.
Comment by John F. MacMichael — 04/18/2009 @ 6:06 pm