Arriving at home

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I am 21 months old now but I went home with Papa when I was almost 10 weeks old.  Papa is my Human.  I have a Grandmaw, Aunt and Uncle, and 2 cousins.  My cousins, Tango and Hobbes live in Oregon which will be my subject on a later blog about my travels.  Tango and Hobbes were “rescued” by my Aunt but its really the other way around.  When you get an animal that was in a pound its the Human who is being rescued from a life without the joy and gift of having a animal to serve.

091When I arrived to my home after a fun car ride 080

I noticed some slight differences between Tigress’ and Humans.  One main example that I had to get used to was that….well I’ll just come out and say it… Cats go to the bathroom in a nice clean sand/litter box.  Humans go to the bathroom in a thing called a toilet filled with water!  I know what your thinking… I couldn’t believe it either but I have learned to live with it.


I had a great welcome home sign when I arrived.  It was filled with very cute sayings.

“Cats are like music….it is foolish to try and explain their worth to those who do not appreciate them”

“There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten”

“A meow massages the heart”

“Thousands of years ago cats were worshiped as gods, they have not forgotten this”

“To err is human, to Purr is feline”

“There is no snooze button on a cat that wants breakfast”

“No outfit is complete without cat hair”

104Sorry, A noise outside!  I must go for now!  Follow me so you will know when I post!  Meow    Bye Tigress Stravyn

Tigress Stravyn®️: The Meeting: Age 8 days

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01b34984189851c14c12ab621ad28235639362a4fb 01f43a6dc2cc212ffcb32e2b5a895a7c0d269f1a69 011fc510c022f160b1cc9053e1a590fca1dc719d4e 01701228c5609b01c77a0712bf4515a8c6ee596f32 I guess the first place to start is at the beginning.  I was 8 days old.  So sleepy.  I still walked around with my eyes closed.  Then I heard something very different.  “Stravyn” I hear.  Hmmmm What was that Music!  “Stravyn” I hear again.  I just knew that was me.  Something inside me said that was my name.  But who would know it?  I opened my eyes and Barked a LOUD MEOW! There he was.  A little fuzzy. But I knew him.  It was my Papa calling my name “Stravyn!”  I think I bounced or tripped(on purpose of course)  And yelled back MEOW.  Papa Papa Meow!  His hand was so big because I fit right in it. There were some other fuzzy people around saying “I cant believe it she knows her name!”  Well why wouldn’t I know my name.  After all.  I am.  Tigress Stravyn!