The Story of Tigsy
by Tigsy - Girl Meows - August 3rd, 2009

tigsy-031209In 1998, in December, Mom & Dad got married. Mom moved out of her parents’ house and Dad moved out of his parents’ house, and they lived happily ever after. Except for the part where they had no kitty of their own! This made Mom very sad, because she’d always had a cat! Dad, being a very wise man, suggested they start visiting the local shelter to see if they could find the perfect kitty to bring home with them.

Dad had only one request: he wanted an orange tabby cat, a marmalade kitty. Mom figured this was fine, she wasn’t feeling very picky about the color of the cat. So she started visiting the shelter every week. Several weeks went by, and the perfect kitty wasn’t found yet.

tigsy-0305Then… one day Mom visited, and she saw… me! I was sort of orange colored, or copper at least, and I looked funny, thought Mom. (She’d never seen a Bengal before!) I had a very loud meow, and had a long chat with mom about how little I liked the cage I was in, and couldn’t she see I was a princess?

Mom could indeed see that I was a princess. She hurried home and called Dad, saying she’d found a cat… but I wasn’t a marmalade kitty, but wouldn’t he come see me anyway? Dad came, and he was smitten. They signed the necessary paperwork, and brought me home.

Thus ends my story, part one. In part two, I’ll describe the difficult time I had properly training the humans.

2 Responses to “The Story of Tigsy”

  1. Rumblepurr says:

    Very sensible of your folks.

  2. flicka47. says:

    Looks like your folks definitely made the right choice! Can’t wait for part 2! Have your folks learned how to properly treat a princess?