My little Tigger was first found being abandoned on the street after giving birth to several kittens and rescued by my friends Diane and Hilda, who took care of her. I adapted her in October, 1998. Tigger is so sweet and she comes to me hopping whenever I call her name. She has a separation anxiety when I leave for work in the morning and hides underneath my bed, but when I come home, she is always waiting for me at the door and she can distinguish my foot steps. She always sleeps in my bed, sometimes on my chest, sometimes underneath my blanket. When I take her outside, she gets a lot of people's attention and every pet lover just would like to touch her. When I'm at home, she follows me everywhere I go, and she loves to play hide and seek and she even tries to trip me to play.