
1989 - 2006
I wanted to call her Tiger, but I didn’t think that a girl cat could be called Tiger. Hey, I was 7, ok?!

She used to steal muffins off plates if you didn’t keep an eye on them. I remember my nana growling me because she thought I’d eaten her muffin, but it was the cat, really truly.
She used to miaow “helloo” so convincingly she could spook visitors.
She had a good life. Lots of sunshine, comfy laps, open fires in winter, and the wide open countryside to explore. I don’t think a cat could ask for much more.

She has been a part of life for almost as long as I can remember. It's going to be strange.
Posted by Fionnaigh at April 21, 2006 11:28 PM | TrackBackAw..sorry 2 read u just lost a friend..17 years is great tho so Tigerlily musta had a pretty happy & healthy life..u will miss her, but it will get easier in time, sis..Remember, God gives permission even for sparrows to fall (Mat 10:29)..hugs!
Posted by: God's Kid at May 12, 2006 07:20 PM