It’s the 18th of April and Tigger’s now five
Five years ago he came into my life
I am thankful to Tig, my big Fluffypants boy
For bringing to me five great years full of joy
It’s my Tiggerversary. Five years ago, I brought home an eight-week old little orange fuzzball who brightened my days, and even brought somber old Gracie out of her doldrums for a while. I won the kitty lottery. Tig is happy, cheerful, affectionate, and goofy. He makes me laugh every day, usually several times a day. He chirrups and burbles and mews and mrowr-rowrs. My nighttime routine is often my standing in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, while Tigger runs into the bedroom, mrowr-rowring the entire way, waiting for me to finish because that’s the time of night when I get out the cat toys and the laser pointer. My upstairs bathroom is one of those enormous modern master bathrooms with two doors. So I see him in the mirror running past both doors. On nights when he’s feeling particularly happy, he runs back the other way, mrowr-rowring both times. It never fails to make me laugh.
A round of tuna for Tig and Gracie, and a day of smiles for me. Mr. Fluffybutt brought joy back into my life after I lost his predecessor, Tigger 2. Here’s to Maine Coons in general, and Tig 3.0 in specific. My goofball. So happy I got him.
And here’s the oldest picture I have of my boy. It was taken on the ride home from the shelter.