EL TIGRE♥

I'm used to living on the edge. "Stray-Tigre" is what they call me. I was born in the Summer of 2006. My mother raised the 8 of us, while my father was never around. We moved around a lot in the neighborhood... We all tried our best to avoid the wild animals out here -- the deer, the mountain lions, and the owls. Unfortunately, two of my siblings got lost on one of the trails and were probably eaten by a confused owl, searching for rabbits.
My mom is super over-protective of us. She even saved us from a psycho teen's bebe gun. She was shot in her side, and she lost a lot of blood that day but por suerte, she's still alive. It took her a while to get used to the family we stayed with in the hills -- She always hissed when my adopted human family would try to feed us.
We divided our time between two human families up there. -- We became professional beggars but at least we weren't starving like some of those housecats I've met! Oh yeah, and we all had two sets of names: one set, courtesy of [VNeSsA] and another, courtesy of her next door neighbors. My other name is "Pedro" but I like "El Tigre" much better!
As we grew into our teenage years, our hormones were kicking-in, and we got cravings. I led the pack in jumping on the screen doors. The humans didn't appreciate it. [VNeSsA]'s mother sprayed us with water when we climbed up there -- It didn't bother me much, so I still continued my climbing!
However, their neighbors, who were also feeding us, got angry enough to call Animal Control on us, and we were captured and taken away to a shelter. They had to carry me away in a seperate cage 'cause like my selfish-self, I refused to share the cat food bait they used to lure us into the traps. I know [VNeSsA] misses me mucho. I read her Blog.