We've taken on a new cat - Tigger

Originally Posted by felton

With his primary slave missing, Tigger has been down and out. I'm gone 13 hours a day and I have been on night shift. Our son is the only slave available and he is taking care of 5 masters, therefore he's overworked. I do what I can when I get home but can not fill the void. Poor Tigger your slave will return soon

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Give Tigger a cuddle for me will you?

Your slave will come back sweetie.

Tigger was nice enough to awaken me this afternoon (about 15 minutes before the alarm clock went off) because he decided that I should give him alot of attention. It turns out that by getting me up early, I had just enough time to make it to work on time. He did try to block my going to work (by blocking the front door as he has done in the past - I've forgotten which post it was though) My son had to pick him up and give him attention so I could get out.

Sorry Tigger, but I must work so you can continue your mastery in the fashion to which you have become accustomed.

Tigger was nice enough to give me a shoulder massage. I was checking email and he jumped up onto my lap.

"Pet slave! Give me attention!"

Whereupon I gave me attention. Tigger than climbed up to my shoulder (I've taken to calling it baby burping position since that is where he winds up) and wanted more attention.

Tigger climbed up to the top of the chair and walked to the left side. He placed his front paws on my shoulder (the shoulder that had surgery awhile back) and back on the chair. He kneaded my shoulder and massaged me.

It was somewhat painful with his little needle claws but I think the muscles needed a massage.

Tigger than jumped off and wandered away.

My DW is off running around Rome and Naples leaving me here with son, 5 cats and 1 bird. This in and of itself is not a big deal but my method of working with all my masters is not the same. Nor is my house keeping.

I started vacuuming in the bedroom and worked my way to the living room and dining room. This lets all the noise to get closer to my cockatiel so she'll not freak out. She will see me with that noisy thing and settle down. That worked as planned. Tigger on the other hand, is not afraid of the vacuum. He likes to play tag and see how close he lets me get to him before he has to jump. (frazzle my nerves it does at times - I don't want to suck a tail or foot into a vet trip)

"Why are you stopping there? Stop over here so I can get that black snake that follows you around."

"HA! you missed me again"

"You're so slooooooowwww. You can't catch me!"

Tigger did NOT tire of the game today. He did stop when a patch of sun light appeared through the front door. He "plopped" down and took a sun bath.

"You keep making that noise slave... I need to catch some rays"

and he started to work.

DW returned from her trip and Tigger was happy and a bit miffed. When we came through the front door, Tigger came running. I could hear him purring about 3 feet away.

"SLAVE!! You're back."

and than he turned his back and fwappped his tail, somewhat akin to tapping our feet.

"You left me alone!" (I guess my son and I don't count)

"I've been maltreated by these other..... uh..... barely human slaves"

and he followed us into the bedroom where the unpacking started.

I noticed that Tigger was as close as he could be to DW, but his back was turned toward.

"I'll make you feel bad becaue you left me! I'm ignoring you!"

but he stayed a close as a second skin where ever his slave went in the house.

I don't think Tigger was really unhappy. %^)

I had a meeting yesterday with some people who came down from Alaska (where I was born and raised) and some smoked salmon was given to me.

We were given a great deal of attention by all of our masters. Much begging and dancing was performed. Such disappointment when the last tasty morsel was gone. I think I'm going to have to order some online.

Tigger was in a needy mood last night. He slept.... er he worked on DW for several hours. When he awoke... oh wait... I meant...when he decided to take a break from his hard working, he started to get into burp baby position, but rolled over on his back and wanted a belly scritch. (I remember the day when he would take your hand off at the elbow if you got close to his belly or the base of his tail, but that has changed) During the belly scritch he STRETCHED and YAWNED so large I could see the inside of his belly button. He got up and started a very long strech, one leg at a time. He than came over to me and plopped over and wanted another belly scritch. I used both hands for this.

"OH Oh Oh... that's the spot"

"Keep doing this slave"

"ah..... that's taken care of it slave. You may stop"

"You may now turn on the water in the guest bathroom."

"I'm thirsty"

"Thank you slave. You may go"

and he left for a tour of his domain.

while out on patrol, checking his domain"

"Ah... it's the squizzle on kitty tv"

"ARRRGGHHH!!! INTRUDER CAT!"

"That intruder is chasing MY SQUIZZLE!!"

a low growl can be heard....

"That intruder better watch out! I'm ready to go into battle to protect my domain!"

Tigger runs around the corner to watch the intruder cat and squzzle from another window...

Fat tail and growl....

much frustration is demonstrated ......

"I chased that intruder away. Imagine that cat trying to play with MY SQUIZZLE"

"That squizzle is mine. He's a regular on MY KITTY TV"

"Hey SLAVE!"

"Let me out so I can check my area of control! (mark my territory also) I'm ready for a battle. (check my tail if you don't believe me) "

Oh Tigger. Why don't you just go back to work for awhile. I'll pet you.

"grumble grumble.... if you insist. I'll settle down this time."

and Tigger went to work on the bed.

That Tigger! I love checking in on his antics. I hope the Intruder Cat doesn't catch the Squizzle!

While I sleeping (getting ready for the night watch tonight) Tigger was quite vocal and in a cranky mood.

"I want to go outside for walk!"

"HEY! I said I want to go outside! Don't you slaves listen?"

Much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth can be heard while Tigger is standing beside the front door.

Tigger must have caught a glimse of the squizzle or, more than likely, the intruder cat was out and about. ALL of my masters have discovered that they may come into the computer room and watch the front yard. The only other windowsill they can access is at the Kitty TV station (it's in a picture in the picture area of the site) The only master allowed on any table is Tigger (except in the computer room / office room) and no master is allowed on the kitchen counters. We do find evidence, now and again, that our masters have been on the kitchen counter though. We don't wish our masters to walk on a hot stove or other item that could injure themselves.

When I get up I go into the kitchen and I'm warned by one and all that Tigger is Mr. Cranky. I go over and pick him up and talk soothingly.

"Thank you for giving attention slave. I need it because THOSE OTHER SLAVES WON'T LISTEN! "

"Give me attention so I can chill out"

"That's enough. I'll go into the office / computer room and catch some rays."

"I'll just make like I'm a library lion"

and he trots off down the hall.

When I glance in, Tigger is on the windowsill

Tigger ignores me and I get ready for work

I got home from work this morning, entering through the garage. Typically the garage door opening will tell Tigger that one of his slaves has come home and will turn on the water (he has a bowl of water already but likes cold water it seems) and give him some attention.

I open the door from the garage and Tigger is running down the hall. I think to myself: "This is different. I wonder what's going on?"

Halfway down the hall Tigger tells me:

"Meerrraaawlllllll!!! "

Ah Tigger is in flaky kitty mode.

Tigger has run down the hall, around the kitchen island, through the kitchen, a left turn back down the hall, a left turn into the master bedroom, UP on the bed bounching off my DW, down on floor and out the door.

Repeat the above itinerary at least three times.

I make sure I'm not in his direct path so as to not get bowled over by a master traveling faster than a speeding bullet. I do turn on the water in the guest bathroom so Tigger may drink if he choses AFTER he's out of flaky kitty mode.

I go into the bedroom and DW is awake (I wonder what awakened her?) and tells me that Tigger is in flaky kitty mode. I say that I never would have guessed that factoid. I proceed to get ready for bed.

Just about the time I'm ready to settle down to a long springtime nap, Tigger saunters in, looking pleased. I go turn off the water and I find that Tigger has curled up on my pillow ready to work.

"Tigger, I hope you decide to move because that's where I'm going to put my head."

Tigger ignores me.

I put my BiPap machine together. I goto into the office / computer room and turn on the supplemental oxygen machine that I'm supposed to use.

Tigger looks up at me.

Tigger looks at the mask and two hoses, one of which is hissing (supplemental oxygen)

Tigger looks at me with some distain, as if to say "I suppose you want to go to sleep?"

I tell Tigger that if he wishes to maintain the life style to which he has become accustomed, I need to sleep so I can go to work rested and alert.

Tigger stands up, stretches long and in a rather languid fashion, each leg in turn. No.... he has to prolong this process. This tells me that he is being a tiny bit passive-aggressive. He sometimes does not appreciate my taking of space upon the bed.

By the time I've finished putting on the mask, Tigger has walked over to his primary slave and settled down to work. He had to turn around in a circle several times before he decided which position was best. He sleeps on my DW so she looked at me a shook her head, grinning.

Life with our master Tigger has entered another day. (night for me I guess)

I am agahst! Stupified beyond belief. We don't know what to do. sigh...

DW, son and I came home to find that Tigger and Shadow Ram were on the sill watching Kitty TV. They had tuned in the ADULT Squizzle channel. Both masters were making noises akin to enjoyment as well.

We slaves were shocked at the behavior, I must tell you. I am certainly glad that there are no underage masters or slaves in the house.

DW just called me (I'm at work) and said she had had a "talk" with Tigger and Shadow Ram about their behavior. It turns out that they were both COMPLAINING about the behavior of the squizzles.

"We were NOT watching ADULT squizzle TV slave!"

Hmmm having known both masters since they were kittens (DW tells me they got Tigger when he was still a very young cat so we consider him to have been a kitten when he came to rule them) we have a tendency to believe them in "most" matters. ( when they tell us that they are starving and on the verge of dying from hunger or that they are malnourished from an insufficient amount of snack food or people food we do not believe them )

They "may" talk to me about jumping to conclusions when I get home. I'll keep you posted.

Tigger was having a funtime last night, after I got home from work. I received two packages in the mail (one a box and the other a plastic bag). I opened both and placed the contents on the counter. The bag fell to the floor and Tigger attacked with great vim, vigor and vitality. He dived into the bag and since he could barely fit his head into the bag he was attempting to expand the bag so as to fit the bag, in its entirety, around him. DW and I were laughing.

"Why are you slaves laughing at me? I'm trying to hold this evil bag DOWN to prevent its escape! Can't you see that?"

"Silly slaves don't know or appreciate anything I do for them."

I place the box on the floor and call to Tigger that a box is now at his disposal.

Tigger comes over and attempts to fit in the box. His fronts legs fir just fine. He tries to put his back legs in, one at a time, and fails.

"Silly slave you gave me too small a box! I don't fit!"

I must admit that he made a valiant effort attempting to bend the laws of physics to fit his needs.

Tigger walked off and chose to ignore us

DW told me she has created a set of marmalade monsters (both Tigger and Charlie have marmalade fur - Charlie has alot of white though) by taking them out for walks, on a leash. They both complain mightily about wanting to go for a walk. Today has been a nice day (though I'm at work) and the windows / doors have been open. Light Breeze, scattered clouds and intruder cats / squizzles taunting them.

Life is not good if ask my marmalade monsters.

I'll check with them when I get home. Gryn

The three mouse kateers are slee.... uh working on the bed. Shadow Ram is at his normal spot. Bottom right of bed. Curled up. Tigger is working right beside him. The other marmalade master is curled up on Annie. Annie is a large ladybug and seems to be the apple of several masters eye. She has skin that causes Charlie to knead frequently. His eyes seem to glaze over and he drools when he gives her a back rub for an extended time. That occured today. When he was done he felt he had to work, along with the others, so he's been curled up on her for several hours.

I don't remember if I've mentioned that Shadow Ram has a fetish for DW sandels. He will knead them and bonk his head against them frequently. He's the only master that does that.

Laptop likes to be a pillow thief. He's curl up or be a library lion on my pillows. Sterling will come up to DW or I and flop over for a belly ratch.

Tigger was rather vocal about wanting to go outside just now.

"SLAVE! I desire to wander around the front yard. Open this door!"

"Are you listening to me slave?"

I could hear this complaint from the bedroom so I went to the front door.
Tigger looked at me with great expectation knowing I would open the door.

I did.

Tigger looked outside (he could see out the side window that runs the entire length of the door but wanted to see out the full sized glass door methinks)
and expressed his desire to go outside.

My son told me not to listen as it would result in continued complaints by our master.

I picked Tigger up and stepped outside and placed him on the doormat.

[flashback to 10am]

Flashes of thunder and large amounts of rain. All masters are working so may not hear thunder. Masters do NOT like thunder. Rain is tolerated, unless it is getting them wet.

[back to the future]

Tigger does not seem to like the footing upon which he is placed. I did put only one foot down so he could withdraw his request/order to go outside. I continue the process of placing Tigger on the soaked doormat.

"You put me in water. You dolt"

"Take me back inside!"

I have not released Tigger (fears that he would run away were in the back of my mind but I knew I'd not release him and he would want back inside rather quickly)

"PICK ME UP!"

I pick Tigger up and we go inside.

Tigger seems to be shaking his head at my placing him in a wet enviroment. Tigger checks all the pads of his feet. Yes.. they are all wet.

"I don't like wet feet unless I'm drinking water. Stupid slave."

Tigger walks off with a disgusted look on his face. He goes to DW and tells her all about his soggy adventure.

"You asked to go outside Tigger. Why are you complaining to me?"

"HE got my feet wet"

"You wanted to check outside. You could have looked out the door or gone to the computer room/office lounged on the sill. Silly cat"

"I'm going to ignore you to teach you a lesson silly slave."

and he walks off.

Once again, Tigger was adament about adventuring outside.

"HEY Slave! Take me outside"

(my son was voicing a "I told you so")

and DW expressed an opinion that she had started the "I want to go exploring" meow when she had taken him out on a leash the beginning of spring.

Oh well. You have to deny some of the requests by our masters.

Tigger was cranky with Charlie (we call him Charlie cat) just a bit ago.

(one should remember that Tigger is the smallest/oldest [ 13 yrs ] of our masters. Charlie is three legged, but he's the biggest/youngest cat - about 4 years old)

"I'm going to show you whose Alpha cat Charlie"
attack mode

We express our admonishment at these cranky cat episodes, whereupon Tigger may or may not contiue. Depends on his mood. Tigger decided to walk away fwapping his tail in agitation. He came back shorly and settled upon his slave so that he could go to work. (he likes to work while DW is watching TV with her legs outstretched) (oh.. I'm second choice most times but if I have the heating pad on he'll usurp that spot - pushing me away)

So Tigger is working hard right now. Such a hard working master he is.

Ah... Tigger was in flaky kitty mode when I got up for the night shift. Running up and down the hall only.

"LOOK AT ME!"

"I'm showing you slaves how to run back and forth!"

"Why are you NOT LOOKING!"

and for reasons known only to my master Charlie, he joined in the running.

Two masters running back and forth. Not chasing each other (in a sense they were) but it did look like they were having fun.

I sat down to put on my shoes when two bolts of marmalade jumped up on the bed.

and stopped.

and looked around as if to say.

"What was all that noise?"

"Who made that noise and disturbed us?"

and they closed their eyes as if they were contemplating their navels.

Wow, talk about an old thread being brought back to life.
Sounds as if the kits have a ton of energy.

Sterling is the only master we have that doesn't really run around. He's overweight (because of his diabetes and we try to control his weight with a special food but he doesn't seem to be able to loose the weight) We have always controlled the amount of food they eat (except when begging people food and they get little of that - just a tidbit now and than as a snack) so they don't get overweight. Tigger is allowed to eat as often as he wants because he doesn't overeat. Tigger will complain to one of us and we check if he wants food or water.

Life with our masters is fun.