In my early teens, my family and I visited our local Humane Society. We were looking for a dog, however my younger brother and I met two kittens that we just fell in love with.

My kitten, a big orange tiger cat, had the coolest, calmest eyes. Bold orange stripes criss-crossed his long lanky frame, and yellow-green eyes peered out from under half closed lids. Tigger became his name, since I was worried that if we named him Tiger, he would begin to pounce with real intent.

Tigger was always into something as a small kitten. He would frequently worm his way under our bathroom door, and join me in the shower. I’ll never forget the day he realized he was too big to fit under the door any longer. more…