- November 14, 2024
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I found Tigger in my high school locker – at least that's what I told my parents.
We had “secret pals” in school. Someone, who would leave you an unexpected card, candy – or in my case – a kitten?
Tigger was a Himalayan kitten. A friend's cat had a litter and I was offered one. Except I wasn't allowed to have pets – which probably explains why I have never been with out pets, plural, my entire adult life.
There was no point in asking if I could have a cat, the answer would be “no, end of discussion.” So I came up with an updated “the dog followed me home” ruse.
In those days we had after school activities, and late buses home – perfect – by the time I got home, there would be nothing we could do with the fluffy feline, except to keep her.
As predicted the first word out of my mother's mouth was “no.” The cat could stay for the night, but I was taking it back to school the next day. Apparently mom didn't fall for the secret pal story, but I think I got points for creativity.
The next morning I headed toward the door, kitten in my hand, frown on my face. Mother stopped me, and took the kitten – who lived with us for more than 17 years.
