Farewell Tiggy.....

Call me sad, call me a spinster, say I don't have a life - but I wanted to blog a farewell to my good natured furry buddy Tigger, who unfortunately passed away on Sunday 12th December 2010.

He had a very short life being only 3 years old, but he had a very big personality and kept me highly entertained with his funny ways and peculiar antics.

I have never met such a kooky cat in all my life and my house definitely feels alot quieter with something missing now he has gone. He had his moments when I could brain him - like when he would use my bedroom window as a cat flap banging and crashing the blinds on the wall at 3am, or headbutting me awake when he decided he needed a cuddle and not to mention having a profound hate for my laptop, proceeding to try and walk on every key and crash it whenever the opportunity arouse.

But he was also the sweetest, cuddliest cat as well. If I was ever ill he would keep a vigil by my side til I got better, he would come running to the door to greet me no matter what time of night I got in, he would lay on the sofa watching mindless TV (whilst giving me cramp at the same time as never budged an inch) but best of all, I loved the morning cuddles. I got into the habit of setting my alarm 30 minutes earlier, because as soon as heard it he would come running up to my pillow and lay down with his paw on my cheek winking at me with a cat-smile on his face. Bless!

But it's his peculiar antics that I remember the most - he loved chasing flies. If there was one on the wall he couldn't reach he would meow at me to pick him up, then would go frantic trying to catch the fly with his front paws whilst I held his belly. He was also a spider stalker, following it around the floor until it started to crawl up the wall, then he would take great joy it squashing it with his paw and smearing it down my paint work. There were also the summer days of chasing the grass hoppers around the garden, mimicking them with his own jumps whenever they sprung out of the grass, not to mention the countless birds and mice he brought home for me. Not that he ever killed them, he always made sure they was still alive much to my amusement. It's very hard to capture a frantic bird flapping around your bedroom at 6am........

So, even though his spirit may not be here any more and he has been given a proper burial to lay his body to rest, his memory will live on in my household for the cool furry buddy that he truly was.