Tiger was brought to start up a new life with our family at Stockbridge Street, Liverpool. Straight away he settled in, making friends with Tosh next door =) and becoming the neighbourhood heartthrob. Being the proud male tabby he was he would always come in with new cuts and scratches, he looked like a proper hard alley Cat! These were my hardest years, living at Stockbridge Street, with starting a new school and exams and trying to fit in. Tiger always had an ear for me and I would always feel better with a cuddle and a kiss from my baby! The memory of Tiger will always live on, especially just below my right eye =). I hold a sign of Tiger and I hold it proudly. Long story short, Tiger was using his usual personal cat flap (my bedroom window) where he jumped in landing his back legs just below my eye. Few hours of panic and a few stitches later he was getting cuddles and kisses again. Just one of the many stories of Tiger.