This is Tiger.
We had him for 7 or 8 years. I learned with him that cats do NOT always land on their feet if tossed in the air. They will actually smack onto the garage floor and then be unconscious for a good half hour.
I was in the third grade when he died. I got off the school bus and he was laying on the side of the road in the dust. I thought he was playing a joke (cause we all know what big jokers those cats can be, huh?) and then I realized that he was dead. So the busload of kids got to witness me abandoning my bookbag in the ditch and running sobbing into the house with my limp cat bouncing around in my arms.
This incident served to prepare me for another cat disaster that would hit me years later.
Here I am with my Mom & Sister. I was around 15 or 16 there. One day, in a PMS rage, I gave myself a haircut. When a real hairstylist got finished fixing it, I was left with this. The hairstylist also gave me a perm when it was all short like that and poofed it up in an Elvis-like pompadour. Thankfully, no photos exist of that.
And here I am about a year after the previous photo. Don't you love those bangs?
The photo on the right? That's the one that my exhusband had tattooed on his back. It was the size of a saucer that you'd put under a teacup. I hear that he had a cover-up tattoo done over it after we divorced and the only thing that would cover it was a picture of an eight ball.
This is my favorite photo of all time.
That's BigBrother, Sweety & LittleBrother. This was taken at my Mom's house in Oklahoma in June of 2002. It was the first trip that we'd all been on together and I was really pleased that it went so well. We still go every summer and the boys still look forward to it.