Wow, I see so many of you Hoomans out there! Looks like over eight-hundred of you or more watching me. I didn’t know I was so popular.Oh, and by the way they call me Tigger; and if it wasn’t for a couple of you having so much love in your heart for ferals like me – I wouldn’t be sitting here introducing myself. In fact, if it wasn’t for you, me and many of my cousins would not ever had survived at all!

So vague, my childhood memories, that is. So cold! I think it was around February or so. My siblings and I were in a dilapidated old shed nursing. Momma felt so warm and was so soft; I think there was five of us, just passing the time of day feeding, and not a care in the world.Then all of a sudden, this big Hooman paw pulled me from momma and my siblings! Their claw softly clutched me; lifting me high into the air until I was face-to-face with her; eye-to-eye. I was so terrified that I trembled. I thought “this is the end!”

But it wasn’t the end, it was the beginning. It was the first day of the rest of my life!

Then, the big paw gently laid me on a soft towel in a small cage, closed the carrier door, and drove me in their automobile to a very big shed Hoomans call a house where they placed me in a cage on a soft, warm blanket. My new place had this pan full of clay-like ground, and a small dish of food and a small bowl of water.
They dimmed the light and left me alone in this warm and quiet room. It was so peaceful and before I realized it, my trembling ceased. I felt safe and comfortable, for the time being.