Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Tigger, a male Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Fenton, MI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 23 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 20 lbs.

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Tiggy, Biggy, Bub

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

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Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-cat rescue

June 14th 1994

Brown Tabby

Sleeping and eating

Being petted for too long. A few minutes is ample time.

Favorite Toy:

Favorite Nap Spot:
Jessica's bed

Favorite Food:
Food in general.

Expert butterfly catcher

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
Tigger was a stray in Pontiac. He came up to the door and started crying to come in. We asked around the neighborhood to see who he belonged to and every kid in town said he was their cat. No parents confirmed what their kid said, so we kept him.

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
June 29th 2008 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Gizmo *RIP*

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Being old stinks

May 29th 2009 4:51 pm
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Being an old cat stinks. Now that I am in my golden years, I have to take it slowly. I can no longer jump, partly because I'm old and partly because I'm fat. Everyone has to make sure that they do not lock me in the kitchen because I can't jump the baby gate. Someone accidentally locked in there a few weeks ago. I had to go potty and did it on someone's shoes. Although they were mad that the shoes were stinky, no one got mad at me since they knew I couldn't get out. The only good thing about not being able to jump is that I get to go outside more. When the dogs go out into the yard, I get to go too since I can't jump the fence and get into the road.
I have a hard time moving around. After a long nap, it takes me a few seconds to be able to get up and move around. I also can't climb the stairs well which means that I can't go sleep in my girls' rooms anymore, but they keep their doors closed nowadays anyway.
Everyone is getting worried about me. They don't want me to get hurt or immobile, but I am happy right now, and as long as I'm happy they are going to keep me around. But right now, being old stinks.

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