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I didn’t find my cat – he found me :)
My niece and her friend found a litter of kittens abandoned in their neighborhood and brought them all home. By the time I went over to check them out little Tigger was the only one left so I took him home with me.
We have had him now for 9 years. He is an Orange Tabby that weighs about 15 pounds. He doesn’t like to cuddle or be picked up – unless of course it is on his terms. He is so predictable.
Every morning he comes into my room mewoing away trying to wake me up. If I try to ignore him he jumps up on me and bites my hand or elbow, whichever may be sticking out the blankets.
My husband states he doesn’t like cats but every once in awhile I will catch him laying in bed with Tigger petting him and snuggling with him. How cute is that!