Tigger's previous owner passed away resulting in Tigger's homelessness. Enter ole soft-touch here, and the rest is history. Or history in the making: we just got through a pretty rough first night adjusting to the new owner (moi) and surroundings, after a long drive back to the island. Neither of us got much sleep last night, so I'm thinking a nap might be in order.
He's also finding some pretty unique hiding places, but luckily doesn't stay hidden very long. Did learn, though, that getting stuck behind the washing machine and needing assistance getting out probably wasn't the best move. Oh, and THIS household doesn't permit kitties on the tables. There definitely is a learning curve here - for both of us. My current challenge is finding something he will eat.
Tigger on his first trip traveling to the island.