Tigger

We once had a cat. We got him from Nelson and Deann. It took a little convincing Mom and Dad considering that Mom's allergic, but they allowed us to bring him home. When we did we first took him to the vet to get his shots. While there we asked about getting him declawed. They said that couldn't do it at the time because he had ear mites. I wasn't sure what that was, but they gave us a medicine and once it was cleared up, they gave us the go. We wanted him declawed because he would be an indoor only cat and we didn't want him scratching up the furniture. 

He went from little kittle to big kitty in no time. We would always find him in the weirdest places. That didn't really surprise me considering he didn't like people. He was okay with us, but when we had people over he wanted nothing to do with them. His favorite place when we had visitors was on top of the refrigerator. He would sit there and swat and people's heads as they walked by. It was pretty funny, but it made it so no one liked him. He eventually earned the nick name "Satan". The name really did fit. 

When Gabbi was born we were worried how he would react. He ironically enough didn't pay much attention to her. He just wanted to be in all of her things. We would find him in her car seat, her swing, and in her toys. He claimed them as his own. 

Sadly when we moved to North Ogden, he didn't adjust well. He had hairballs constantly, wouldn't eat much, and his behavior was out of control. We ended up giving him up. I felt bad, but it was time to let him be happy somewhere else.