Becklee’s Blog

This is my cat Tiger. He got his name because he has stripes on his body but he is anything like a tiger because he’s a timid sort of cat. He used to fight with my other cat, Max (who has since died). Now that he’s all alone, he would walk around quietly in the house. Every evening, he will greet me when I come home from work by brushing his neck against my car door. Then he will walk close to my legs weaving his way between my legs and sometimes almost tripping me over in the process. As soon as I’m in the house, he follows me all around until I feed him. After eating, he will jump up on the table when I’m using my computer, toppling my photo frames over and everything else that happens to be in his path when he lands on the table. One time, my watch fell off the table and the glass broke. Another time, an orange rolled off the table and landed in the waste paper basket.  And yet another time, a pair of earrings fell off and disappeared for good. I probably swept it away or someone stepped on it and threw it away.

When I want to take his picture, he gives me these weird looks.

Finally, Tiger says, “If you want to take my picture, take lah”.