I trapped my sweet green eyed boy with his brother many years ago. He growled at me I thought, (that's how he got his name - I assumed he would be ferocious like a tiger and his tabby stripes solidified it), until I took him to the doctor and found his growl was a wheeze from his lungs and the cold. He was the second one to jump on my lap after many an evening of reading the classics and the first one to stay there. From then on he looked for a way to be there always and when he had to share me he would jump on the top cushion of the couch to rest his sweet head on my shoulder. He could never stay away all though sometimes his cat etiquette required it. Only a second would he make me wait if I begged. He was always there when my days were bad and there to share when they were good. A constant friend, my family. |
His nick name is ol' green eyes and everyone noticed how beautiful they were. Light danced in them and they seemed to turn different shades of emerald at any given time. He was a strong silent boy with great muscles and a gentleness I had never encountered from another animal. He never bit or scratched, ever. His patience knew no end and was something I envied him for. He never complained. He showed love at all times.
His fur was striped with bits of white and beige and felt soft like bunny fur. I loved petting his stomach as much as he loved letting me.
His heart would beat hard at the thought of getting outside or even close to the window but he had made up his mind he would stay in the comfort of home.
He would always let his wild brother have the advantage and he comforted him with an arm around the neck when he needed it. He let him pretend nurse from him for much longer than any other cat would have. There were nips and tugs but they shared a special bond.
He would make me laugh so many times. I would open the bathroom door to find him completely buried in the clothes hamper with just his head sticking out or laying upside down and squished between the pillows of the couch one eye shut one ear up. He and his brother had the same movements sometimes, turning their heads in tandem when awoken in the guest bed or when they were caught off guard.
He loved chasing toys as long as they weren't moving to fast and watching large cats on t.v. and animals on animal planet.
He begged for pieces of donut and egg rolls and anything fattening and fried that would fall he would gobble up though he did love a nice pot of grass or some cat nip.
He helped his brother when he could. I tried for hours to get them in one cage to the vet as they out smarted me and out maneuvered me at every turn. Bath time no different. It was the only time they managed to make me cry. I would be soaked and they had not a drop on them.
I miss how he would follow me around into each room hoping for head pet. He had a good loud purr that started whenever a hand was on him. He would flop on his back in your arms for a long as you would have him. He was a comfort to all who knew him. He was forever loyal to me and his brother.
He would look into your eyes and you knew he understood exactly what you were thinking. Very intelligent and kind. Qualities that are hard to find.
Time went to fast. It wasn't near as long as the forever I needed. His brother and I miss him very much and I know I'll see him again sometime. Right now he is saved in my heart and though the days are long in a way I hadn't imagined without him I look forward to when I can see those beautiful green eyes again. My sweet,sweet Tiger.