tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862297482753532194.post3666809427447644496..comments2012-07-04T16:26:43.451-05:00Comments on Rae's Rants, Raves, Writings and Reality Checks: King of the JungleRaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01131244543736980883noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862297482753532194.post-13187568172365313342012-07-04T16:20:30.274-05:002012-07-04T16:20:30.274-05:00Just now seeing this post, though of course I knew...Just now seeing this post, though of course I knew about Tiger's passing. Such a sweet story, and it totally creeps into the mind of a cat. Loved it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6862297482753532194.post-44138967201629045952012-02-21T15:02:09.758-06:002012-02-21T15:02:09.758-06:00So sorry to read this news. I've been thinking...So sorry to read this news. I've been thinking of Tiger since I read your tweet about him & replied. I've been calling him "Tigger" because, well, being dyslexic that's how I read his name first, and because he's just stuck in my thoughts, I felt a nickname was called for. Hope you and your mum don't mind?<br /><br />Here's a couple of lines from a poem I started to write some years back for my 2 cats, one now sunning himself on the great window sill in the sky ...<br /><br />"What seeing eyes are these that read the soul;<br />that watch the theatres of our thoughts ..."<br /><br />These lines were inspired by the way my cats, and cats in general, watch us as if from the front row of Wisdom itself.<br /><br />TomTomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05961703437065957658noreply@blogger.com