
…We loved our cat for sixteen years. Tiger was a neurotic creature who, when he got stressed would lick and lick. He was very much like some people independent and aloof at times. He chose when he wanted our attention, jumping up in our lap as we watched TV. He was sneaky at times playing in the toilet and sleeping on the end of our bed when we were out. After Ruth caught him and baptized him in the toilet, he gave up splashing in the bowl. It never failed, every time we cleaned his litter box, he would jump right in the clean litter and do his thing, just like a husband! In spite of all his antics, we loved him dearly.
Tiger Cat
The runt of the litter a striped gray and black
A cute little kitten to take along back
Playful and funny he sure entertained us
It wasn’t long till Tiger made a big fuss
Bigger and stronger he raced through the house
Upstairs and downstairs chasing imaginary mouse
Not in the morning, not in the evening, but at 10:00 at night
Waiting at the rail giving me a big fright
Neurotic and nervous he licked and coughed
Oh, no! Oh Shoot! he’s up on the loft
Creating giant hairballs so yukky and soft
But Ruth didn’t hesitate she picked him right up
Grabbing him quickly she must interrupt
Off to the laundry to cough on the paper
Hoping to get there to end this bad caper
An independent soul he was always so moody
I’ll come to you when I am good and ready
Saying, “Don’t pick me up unless I tell you!”
Any other time I’ll scat and you’ll be blue
Engines purring he climbs up in my lap
Settling down for his short cat nap
I’ll sleep, he’ll sleep and then he’s gone
While I am still snoring as I sleep on
He’ll be roaming the house while he’s all alone
He thought he was sneaky but we knew better
Our bed was a no no and he was a fretter
Climbing on our bed while we were away
That warm spot that indent we knew where he lay

It’s me for a nap but it’s Ruth whom he loves
The feeling is mutual as she gives him soft rubs
Sometimes I am jealous of this moody feline
Especially when he cuts in and takes up my time
Tiger came first on many occasions
Knowing he was king our special obsession
For sixteen years he watched out the window
Then ran to the door as we said hello
We were grieved when he left us it was time to move on
But we loved him dearly and are sad that he’s gone.