His name is Tiggamarroo and we got him about 6 weeks after moving in this house. He's only 10 1/2, we figured he'd be around a lot longer. He'll never reach old age, he'll never be frail, loud, and senile. When my husband leaves here tomorrow with him he will be much like he's always been, sweet. He's not got a mean bone in his body and tons of personality.
I figured such a good cat deserved a blog post. Goodbye Tiggamarroo, you are a good cat.
Tiggamarroo in his Garden |