Tigger the Kitty

My family has not always been the biggest fan of cats. but this one cat scarred my life with good memories and the saddest experience ever. This is the story of Tigger the cat.

My family was coming home from the delicious breakfast place Dennys, and we noticed someone ringing our doorbell. She started to walk away but when she saw, we were backing in to our driveway, she waited respectfully and then rushed over to greet us. She was holding a small, tiger-striped kitten that looked only a month old. It was actually 3 months old, we soon found out. This kitten she was holding had been abandoned, she told us, “His owner had to move out and left him behind. He needs a place to live and I’ve been wondering if you guys would want him. I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t say it. I looked at my mom who said, “Of course!” We brought him inside as my mom told me we probably couldn’t keep him because of our dogs who are afraid of cats (exact opposite of the stereotype). My heart was broken even though I knew it was true. The cat was perfect: It was house-trained, it was sweet and independent, and it liked my dogs, so why did we have to give it away? Because our dogs can’t adjust to a new thing that makes me happy? Olive adjusted to Fang but can they not adjust to a different species of animals? I guess not. We only had Tigger for 3 hours and in those hours, I ignored homework, I ignored chores, I just wanted to have the last couple minutes I knew would come soon with Tigger. I played with him and cuddled with him. It was a great couple last minutes until my mom told me she had found a house for him. It was a house with two kids who had just lost their own cat. I didn’t like Tigger living, growing up with these other kids who don’t know the deep connection with this cat that I had. I cuddled and weeped with Tigger in my last minutes as he licked them away saying he’d miss me in his own special way. He left my house and I thought about how he would probably forget who I was in a couple hours or so. That made me even sadder. I know right now he’s making other people happy, but I still miss him more than anyone could ever think of.

I have forgiven my dogs (mostly) and I do have good memories of the kitten, but I can’t help but weep hardly when I think of this whole story. I miss you Tigger!