Kalebsmom Wrote about Tigger: There was a time when we had only one cat, a formerly feral long haired, not-very-friendly cat named BeBe (she got her name from the fact that when my mother would call her, she was calling her "Baby" but it came out sounding like "BeBe"). Mom adored BeBe, and was broken hearted when she passed away. This was not too many years after my father passed away, and to make matters worse, it was Christmas Eve. I was extremely anxious to try and ease my mother's grief. Remembering that a friend of mine was currently dealing with several strays that had been dumped behind their house, I gave them a call. Yes, they still had the strays. Yes, I could have one. They said they would put food out so they would come up to the house and I could see them, and have my pick. When I got there, there were no strays to be seen. My friends were at a loss as to why none were coming up to the house, as there were several bowls of food now sitting out to attract them. As we talked, a movement at the window attracted my attention. It was one of the strays. The strange thing was that the cat had not gone for the food that was outside, she had come right up to the window and was looking in at us. My friend offered to go out and call the other cats and hopefully that way I could have my pick, but I told her, "Never mind, that's the one. I could look at a hundred cats, but that's the one!" We went outside and she came right up to us. I picked her up, cuddled her, and put her in the crate. She was very calm and docile, clearly used to being handled. About that time another cat came toward the food, ignoring us and everything else, focused entirely on the food. I was even more sure that I'd picked the right cat. She'd been more interested in US than in the FOOD! I took the stray home to my mom, who was still crying about BeBe passing. She hadn't known what I intended to do. I thought it better not to tell her until I was sure I'd be coming home with a cat. When she saw Tigger, her grief over BeBe didn't disappear, but I believe it became easier to bare. She was immediately "smitten" with the new arrival and Kaleb, who was about 7-years-old at the time, quickly named her Tigger, because at the time he loved watching Winnie The Pooh cartoons. The vet told us Tigger was about four years old, had been spayed and declawed in the front, and was otherwise in pretty good condition. As time went on we discovered that Tigger was uncomfortable around other cats, perhaps because she felt defenseless due to being declawed. To this day, the only other cat she has ever gotten along with at all is Smokey, who came to us already neutered...and declawed in the front, the same as Tigger! Does she get along with him because she somehow knows they are on even footing (quite literally, as it happens!), or is it because he's just so laid back and easy to love? Regardless, I'm glad she finally found a four-legged friend to help ease her grief at losing my Mom, who was clearly her best friend. btw, the friends that helped us get Tigger were none other than Mama Kit Kat and Papa Kit Kat, who a few years later aquired a cat by the name of Kitty Boy....and the rest, as they say, is history! Congratulations, Tigger!