Today is Tigger’s “birthday.”
I tend to say “birthday” in quotation marks because, like all of our kitties, Tigger was a rescue and therefore we don’t know a whole lot about his history before us. That means the exact time and date in which any of our cats were born is pretty unclear. The shelter we found Tigger told us at the time of adoption that he was less than a year old. In retrospect, I think they were just doing that to try and sell him as a “kitten” to squeeze more money out of me (kittens are usually about double the price of adult cats because they’re more “in demand” with pet owners), because he was clearly at least a year old at the time. This was back in fall of 2013 so we were estimating he was probably born maybe a little more than a year prior to that date and we eventually chose a birthday for us to celebrate for him.
That day was August 13th, 2012. Which means today is Tigger Kitty’s fourth “birthday!”
Tigger was the first pet that I ever adopted and the first pet that I’ve ever had that who is actually mine and not just “the family dog” or “the family cat.” He has meant so much to me and taught me a lot in the time that I’ve had him. I’ve definitely turned into one of those animal lovers who rhetorically asks, “Who rescued who?” (The real answer: both.) Even though these days he mostly keeps to himself and hides from his more chaotic and energetic adopted baby brother Rufus, I still love him with all my heart.
Happy “birthday,” Tigger! Here’s to spending many more long years with you, bubba.Tags: animals birthdays cats holidays pets tigger