AnimalSeptember 25, 2006 6:22 pm
That was the headline of a flyer tacked on my neighborhood’s telephone poles.
It ran over a color picture of a stern-looking gray and black tiger cat. Just like my childhood cat named Tiger.
The flyer made me feel sad. I would have missed Tiger a lot if he’d disappeared while I lived at home. As it was, I burst into tears when I learned of his death as a 20-something graduate student.
Tiger provided an oasis of predictability in my parent’s house. If I fed him and scratched his ears, he liked me. If I teased him, he’d bat a paw at me. I loved that.
Okay, you keep teasing us with Tiger, and I’m dying to read the full story. I understand if you’re not ready to “go there,” but I really want to know…perhaps a chapter on Tiger could be the opening chapter to an essay book on squirrels–seems there’s a connection…the squirrels serve as an oasis and escape from other aspects of your life today, much like Tiger did when you were a child…consider exploring this more.
Comment by Fat Charlatan — September 27, 2006 @ 7:59 am