The Rescued Tiger

Let me introduce the rescued Tiger:

Usually I just write about my shit, but I looked over at her the day before yesterday and realized how far she has come from the little scared cat that I rescued her from. 

Let me begin by stating that I havent been a cat person since I was a kid. Never liked them, couldnt stand the smell, and the attitudes. Nope! I would much rather have a dog. 

I love all animals but cats were not my deal.

The thing is though, she is not a cat. Not in her heart. She is as her name Tiger. 

Back in September of 2013, I had gone to the vets/pet store to get some flea meds for my dogs. (Fleas are horrible in Florida and one of my dogs is seriously allergic to fleas and mosquito.)

Well, while in there my daughter is being told about this cat that someone just left. She (the nurse) specifically then says to my three year old that someone needs to save her. 

My little diva did not only beg for this damn cat but screamed her head off for four hours till I went back and "saved" her. 

She was meek, timid, so docile with my daughter so it wasnt a bad thing. Her and my dogs had to adjust to each other but Tiger has definitely made her place in this family and claimed her right with the dogs. 

She was under weight and scared of almost every human interaction. I thought it was the weirdest thing for a cat to not want to play with cat toys. She was my daughters so I was just going to make sure she was fed, litter box clean (till Diva knew how to do those things), and go about my dog life. 

SHE had other plans. 

This little bitch not only made me like her, she made me love her. She wasnt comfortable with anyone else and I had to work with her for her to even feel comfortable eating out of her bowl or sleeping in her cat bed and not hiding under my bed or in the closet (where she could have gotten squished). Slowly she came around and even became vocal with me. We literally have "meow" conversations. 

I have turned into a pathetic cat lady! 

(Well Tiger Lady) 

She sleeps with me, she cuddles with me, her and my dog Zuko fight over who gets to cuddle with me or sit next to/on my lap, and like I said she "talks" to me. 

She even plays with toys now! 

She uses my books (specifically when I am trying to get some course work done) as her pillow or scratching post. 

The day before yesterday I was writing out some course work and she swats the pen out of my hand. Made a huge mark across the whole page! I was like "WTF Tiger!" She just meowed at me and then kept attacking my pen across the bed. I think I lost about 30 minutes of productivity to this whole little event. 

I dont even regret it. 

I suddenly understand all the cat meme's all over social media. 

My point in all of this is to not just limit yourself to getting the puppies or kittens. Rescue the ones that are also a few years old because they can be taught new tricks, and so can you! They will change your life and you will literally save theirs. Tiger clearly hasnt had an easy life before I got her. Im assuming shes about 4 and she has clearly had litters of kittens and maybe some surgery or got into a bad fight cause her tummy shows signs of both. She has a small barely visible bald spot near her right ear that is actually a round scar (looks kind of like a cigarette burn, which would explain why she was so hesitant about human interaction). 

She has opened my eyes to alot of things and softened my heart a bit. She was meant for my daughter but ended up claiming me. 

And she, is definitely a rescued Tiger! She roams the house. She plays! She eats well! She lounges! She is happy now. She is calm and relaxed! She is a completely different cat then the one that I rescued last year and so am I! 

Are you a proud fur baby parent? Did you rescue yours? Did they rescue you?  Comment below with your story or a link to your blog.