May 30th 2008 4:55 pm
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My Tigger had been mean to me for a while, then he went a little wonky for a few hours and threw up on our Meowmy's bed while she was out for a few minutes last Saturday morning. She came home and started yelling for us because Tig always greets her at the door and he wasn't around, and neither was I. Then she saw that somekitty had been sick on the bed and she went frantic trying to find us. But we were in behind a bunch of stuff stored under the bed. Tig had crawled under an old bag of stuff 'cause he thought he was gonna die and I was in there with him, nursing him. I crawled out to comfort her but that just seemed to make her more concerned.

Mom called a bunch of humans, I guess to try to figure out what to do about Tig, and then she moved the furniture and pulled Tig out, and took him away in that "travelling box" that Tig and I are both scared of. She told me that things would be okay, but she came home a few hours later by herself, and I had NO IDEA about Tig. I crawled up in her arms a lot and was sweet to her while my Tig was gone. He was gone for a few night-and-days.

One afternoon she pulled the travelling box out and put it by the front door. I started to run away because I didn't want to get trapped in that thing, but she told me: "That is for Tig. He is coming home tonight.", and I figured everything would be okay. When she brought the box home again I was so excited, I had my head cocked sideways to watch for my Tig to come out of that box. And he did!