Papa, can you see me?
Papa, why are you on a stretcher?
It appears that the actual tiger, the largest cat species on earth, has noticed the prostrate Tigger being carried away, presumably for treatment. I wouldn’t worry about Old Tigger. After all, their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs!
I Don't Get It 
The one on the stretcher seems to have lost his bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy. But then again, haven’t we all?
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Astute observation. Yes indeed. I have no trounciness in me. It’s like all the dead trees in our yard that the ice storm killed. They never sprouted back, and the chainsaw has come for them. So, too, our collective flouncy-pounciness. Now I need a drink.
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Uncanny… for some reason I had the Tigger song completely stuck in my head two days ago! 🙂
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Jinx! Grown women sing it all the time. 😉
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Something’s wrong with that event for sure, Kerbey. Poor cats.
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great picture
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Thhanks for a great read
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