Taking Care of Tiger

Ms. Tigg is the most revered female (cat that is) in our house. She's been around the longest and knows the most about mistress - even though I think, at times, I know it all...

Well, lately she just hasn't been feeling herself. This past weekend, mistress was cleaning house...doing the dishes, specifically...and since she had her music cranked up, she couldn't quite hear the silent meows of Old Girl. Yes, Tiger wanted in the house, but mistress couldn't hear her needy cries. So what did I do...yes, I came to the rescue (trumpet sounds...do, do, do)! I stretched up on the door so mistress could see my furry face, and I gave her "the eyes." Yes, you know the ones...

So here comes mistress to the door. Just as she opened the door, Tiger dashed in as I turned and trotted down the back porch steps. A few minutes later...and I still don't understand...but Tiger wanted back out...so mistress let her out. Yes, you guessed it...I had to come to the rescue again. Once more, I stretched up on the door, peered through the screen, gave mistress "the eyes" and BINGO...Tiger was safe inside.

No applause necessary. That's what we gentlecats are supposed to do, help the "old kittens" back in the house! The reward was knowing Tiger was taken care of...come to think of it, that rub behind the ears and on the tummy was worth it too! ;)

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