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Tigger
Sun, 02 Apr 2006 19:31:03 -0700 rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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Singh...
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When my ex-boyfriend Jeff was young, he had a cat named Tigger, a
Ritalin-challenged half-Siamese with a loud mouth and energy beyond comprehension. His family was known in our small town for going overboard in spoiling their animals--one dog ate not Purina, but a fresh chicken drumstick cooked especially for her--and Tigger, along with all the other four-legged people in their home, was allowed the run of the house. And I do mean RUN. The day before Thanksgiving, more years ago than I care to count, Mama Mullen made the holiday pies, covered them in Saran wrap, and continued her planning for the dinner that would include some moneyed guests from out of town. It was a perfect feast; Jeff's mom was always a good cook. Thanksgiving morning, as they awaited the guests, Tigger went off on a freak-fit where he would run for mo apparent reason. The family never bothered to stop him; it was just a Tigger thing. That evening, they served their snooty guests pumpkin pie that had cat tracks across its surface, clean down to the crust. They were too polite to turn down dessert, but everyone noticed they didn't ask for seconds. Blessed be, Baha Kreisleriana...
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