August 17, 2010 at 8:21 am
This is Tiger:
Tiger is the neighborhood cuddle whore. Tiger does not care who you are or what you’re doing, he just wants to cuddle. Now. CUDDLE HIM, NOW! He does not care if you and your brother are carrying a heavy piece of furniture up the steps. He will fling himself directly in your path on the stairwell because he knows no one would step on a kitty so cute and lovable. So please put down the IKEA and cuddle him. NOW.
The first time I met Tiger, he followed me up the front steps and lodged himself between me and my front door, begging for cuddles. He did not have a collar, so I did not know if he had an owner he was cheating on for lovin’. I petted his pretty orange furs, told him he was pretty, and then dashed in my front door and washed my hands immediately. I didn’t want the feline contingent of the Fulda family to be jealous or to get fleas.
This week, Tiger stopped by for some cuddling as I was unloading my groceries. This was when I saw he’d gotten a collar, which had his name on it. It also said, “While I like to roam, I have a home” with the telephone number included. This made me smile, because I am a sucker for a good couplet. I was not surprised that such a cuddle whore had found a home, but I was glad to learn his name. And now if I ever need some good kitty cuddling, I know what phone number to call. (Don’t tell my kitties!)