Nicknames: He likes to pronounce his name with a French accent(Tee-Zherrr),because he thinks it makes him sound more exotic.
Birthday: June 1st 2002
Coloration: Gray Tabby
Likes: Eating,annoying Cali.
Pet-Peeves: Dinner being late.
Favorite Toy: The Catnip stuffed squirrel,the horizontal scratching board & the laser pointer.
Favorite Nap Spot: On the futon.
Favorite Food: Canned Cat Food,& plenty of it.
Skills: Begging for food & the Silent Meow.
Arrival Story: Tigger was found by his original human in a junkyard. He didn't want to leave his house when I bought it,so now he lives with me. Tigger doesn't come when called(in fact he ignores you),but if you tap on his dinner bowl with a spoon,he comes RUNNING!
Bio: He survived an attack by dogs,was CEO of an eBay business,& ran for president in 2008. He is currently plotting to RULE THE WORLD!
Most of my longtime readers will already know of my continuing problems with Claus,Inc. of the North Pole.....
It's December once again,& time for me to do battle yet again with that unreasonable troll known as Santa Claus...I don't know why I bother. I know he won't be bringing me the one gift that I truly desire....my well-deserved & long-denied "Lil' Monster World Domination Kit". I have endured Santa's abuse & excuses long enough. This year,I believe I will boycott the obese elf-enslaver altogether & embrace a new holiday....I shall be celebrating Catsmas henceforward,with no room for a corpulent fraud who promises to exchange gifts for good behavior,then reneges on the deal....only peace on Earth,good will to cats,& tasty treats & catnip. A day to worship us cats as we deserve....
So,therefore,I shall have no further truck with this "Santa"(if that IS his real name),or his grandiose promises that go unfulfilled.
In closing,Santa,don't let the door hit you where the North Pole split you.
TIGGER'S DAD: It's a bit late for Thanksgiving,but here is a bit of doggerel(or catterel,as the case may be)that Tigger pawed out a couple of years ago....we all know how modest & self-effacing Tigger is,so he would never have posted this himsel---OWWW!!! Stop scratching me!!! I'm typing as fast as I can!!!
OK!!! OK!!! I'm posting it! Here it is!!! Jeez....
A Housecat’s Prayer of Thanksgiving
O Ceiling Cat,attend unto me
I know your paws are filled
I do not beg nor is this a plea
But inside me thoughts do build.
I am a housecat,no longer a stray
In comfort & plenty do I live
Yet it hasn’t always been this way
I consider the thanks that I should give
You gave unto me a house of shelter
Though reduced in circumstance
Safe from the rain & summer swelter
And sting of winter’s cruel advance.
I no longer have to hunt to eat
Rat or bug,I could not quibble
Now always waits for me a treat
My feeder runneth o’er with kibble.
At dinner time,I’m served canned food
Heaped up inside that bowl of mine
I get Kitty Treats,should it fit my mood
Though Treats I seldom do decline.
I see the stray cats who live outside
Surviving on kindness,luck & skill
A blush of shame runs down my hide
As I nap on pillows & eat my fill.
O,Ceiling Cat please Bless the strays
Who daily toil to scratch out a living
And may I for my remaining days
Give you my Purrs of Cat Thanksgiving.
ATT Fed Ex'ed me a new modem....it took 30 minutes on hold to get to talk to someone there....on my new TracPhone,which fortunately gets triple minutes for the life of the phone....I suspect that someone peed on the old modem....looking at YOU,Rederick!!!!
But anyway we're back until the next catastrophe......