I realized I had pictures of our cat Morris Tig on my laptop. He was my grandmother's cat, but he got shuffled around when she had to go into a nursing home. She originally wanted to name him Morris, because she named all her cats Morris (when you see the pictures you'll know why), and I wanted to name him Tigger after the Baby-Sitters Club cat. Reached a compromise and he became Morris Tig (affectionately known as Tig, Tiggy, Tigger etc.)
I'll never forget the night we brought him home. I was eleven and he was going to be a surprise for my nana who was living with us at the time, adn she had to have hip surgery, so she was out of the house. All night long he kept me awake as a little kitten would, bouncing around all night wanting to play.
He eventually went to live with my half sister, but he remained his sweet lovable self even though he had to move a few times (but always in the family). She finally moved down to where I'm at in Texas with her boyfriend (her father lives down here) and settled in with Tig and her other kitty Skye.
Last June they found him under his favorite tree and buried him in the backyard. He was about twelve years old.
Maybe you can help macro this sweet boy?
(that's skye hiding behind him)
and some more of my sister's kittehs. Unfortunately she broke up with her boyfriend after 11 years (he broke it off with her. :|) and she wasn't able to take these babies with her.
Seti and Skye.
Thanks everyone :)