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Tiger
Legacy Name: Tiger.
The Scribble Tigrean
Owner: Squid
Age: 8 years, 1 month
Born: March 18th, 2016
Adopted: 8 years, 1 month ago
Adopted: March 18th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 86
- Strength: 216
- Defense: 250
- Speed: 215
- Health: 217
- HP: 217/217
- Intelligence: 389
- Books Read: 389
- Food Eaten: 27
- Job: Candy Maker
I was home alone, and that was weird because my mother was usually done with work by four. It was dark out. I was doing just fine until that really awful CGI skeleton monster. That's what did me in. I had to call someone. Back in the time when we had a landline phone and I hadn't developed that same problem every twenty-something has with making phone calls. Instead of calling my mother to find out why she wasn't home from work yet, I called my grandpa. My step-dad's dad. We were close in a way I am uncomfortable with now. He doesn't matter though. I just remember being scared and turning on every light and calling him. I don't remember if I was worried about my mother not being home yet, I don't remember anything really, until she got home. I know I talked to her in the car, but I don't remember it. I was only eleven.
She thought I'd name you Simba. I was obsessed with the Lion King, even five years after it came out. I had - no, I still have an incredibly ratty Simba plushie that I took with me ev-er-y-where. But no, I looked at you and I knew. I just knew.
You were a tiger.
But then you started trying to sneak out.
I don't remember if it was the first time you did it, but it was early on and it was one of the most traumatic experiences. I came home from school and you just took off right out the door. You ran across the street at the same time a car was passing. Oh I remember dying right there. Screaming. I don't think the car even stopped. Slowed. You were faster that time though.
We started going out the door backwards. Trying to make sure you didn't get out too. You're an indoor cat, buddy. I know you don't think you, but you are. My heart needs you to be. That morning before we left for Florida. Oh that was the worst day of my life up until that point, and it would still make the list of dark days, though I've had more and worse since then. It was just all so hectic. I didn't know what to do. We were leaving for Florida. For a week. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay. I needed to stay home because you were gone. But my mother wouldn't let me.
That wasn't a fun vacation.
We came back home. You hadn't yet. I started school. I started walking around the apartment complex. I talked to strangers. I had strangers coming to ask me if this was my cat. They weren't you. It was October now. It'd been about two months.
Two months when my mother asked me to come outside and help her bring in some groceries.
You weren't groceries. You were standing in the back window. She wasn't sure if it was you, when she was driving by the main office. But I knew. I distinctly remember getting you out of the car, and holding you, and sitting in the road, and crying. Two months and you were less than a block away.
I love you so fucking much. Please give me at least another sixteen years.
I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as I want you to be happy. It's really difficult sometimes. You just walk around crying sometimes. You follow me around and stare up at me and yell. I can't figure out what you want. I think it's just wet food. I really do think you just want more wet food. Every day, every meal, wet food. You'll rot your teeth out if you do that young man. Maybe one day I'll learn how to feed you a hand prepared raw diet. Do you think you'd like that?
09/23/1999 - 10/17/2018
Pet Treasure
Theyre Heeere Sticker
Tiger Bones