Yes, I have an odd name, but everyone is just calling me “Tigger” — guessing that’s how you pronounce it. No one knows its origin since my mom went into memory care and the caregiver who brought me here didn’t really know a whole lot about me. Suffice it to say, I’m a sweetheart — an orange tabby boy with the most striking sea blue eyes (they’re pretty unusual for a marmalade boy whose eye-color is usually orange or yellow, so you know I’m really a special guy!). I’ve been enjoying the attentions of the volunteers, but truth be told, I’d really rather be in a place of my own again. Since I lived with an older mom, I would probably like that kind of home again, but I’m still basically a youngster, so am probably pretty adaptable. I’m hoping you’d like to help me do just that, so come sit and talk to me!