Meow... the story of my cat, Tiger... Roaarrr....

Tiger was

found on the 30th Dec, on a rainy morning. Hairless lump, that looked half dead, and he was lying in the middle of the road. Brought him home, figured, even if he was to die, should let him die a clean, dry death, and not exposed to the rain to die of cold, or to be run down by cars.

Naturally, he survived... since he has a story written after him. He made it into adulthood, amidst much pampering, from bottle fed milk, to teaching him how to use the potty (yes, I know, it's instinctive, and there isn't much to teach). His many scraps with Flip, my dog then. Now Flip, that's a story for another day. A smarter dog there never was.

Tiger killed a lot of furnitures and ornaments back then. He was a real rascal, and my dad hated him. Cuz teh furniture and ornaments he killed were v expensive or rare. (Thought: My dad's an interior designer, so you can imagine how "polished" my home is)

So one day, when my mum was in China (that wimp), he caught Tiger while he was in his cage, and drove him away to Ubi and threw him there. I came home from work, no Tiger.

After a lot of probing, crying, sulking and screaming later, I realised he was in Ubi. Commence search.

Fruitless Search. Rewards and stuff were offered, No cat. Doesn't help that he's one ugly cat, nothing really identifiable. He was a stray, I can't even pin a breed on him. Other than Singapore Stray Cat.

Heart broken. I gave up my search. Have never forgiven Dad.

Now...

2 years later...

I have found him. He's being kept at XX Place. XX Place is where the local group who's in charge of the stray cat population here. They put them to sleep, when the the population gets too big. We have a severe stray cat problem here.

BUT, Tiger's life is very big. (That's a direct chinese translation by the way, Ming4Da4). He survived that, cuz I think he was rather domesticated, and despite being a little rascal, he's still v well behaved compared to other cats. (Think: He chokes on fish bone. Gotta remove the bones before giving him fish.)

So they kept him around the compound.

During the Sars period, when hundreds of cats were being culled, the nice pple at XX Place hid the 3 cats they had around the compound, and once again, saved their lives.

Now... my brother went to XX place on business, and he found Tiger.

I went today, and verified. He's our Tiger.

Problem: Cannot keep cat in home now. so we're gonna leave him there. but it seems morally wrong.

sigh.. at least he's still alive right?