Years ago, we used to have this stubborn little darling rascal of a dog, Thumbelina, who never stayed home. She liked to run, and in certain neighborhoods, you just can’t let your babies do that. So we had to keep her tied up quite a bit. We also had a cat. Her name was Tiger. She was a little mother to everyone, especially Thumbie, and during the day she would go out and keep her company. Just the two of them, sitting together. Little friends. Tiger beat up anyone who tried to hurt Thumbie. Seriously. She did not take any kind of nonsense. When she walked, she swayed like a Pirate Queen. I miss her a lot.
![Tiger](http://www.marjoriemliu.com/tiger.jpg)
Little Tiger passed away. She was a good friend. Meow.