Tigre

1990 maybe

Brownie and her pile of children. Daughter of Lana, a cat that chose to live with us. The first cat that I have a memory of is Tigre, he was white and wild, I would hold him by his front legs while spinning around really fast in a circle and then let go and throw him on the green couch. I did this a lot. Oh Tigre... He eventually ran away after all these calico kittens started taking over the backyard. the memory of how and when I found out he died holds hands with the memory of pressing really hard with a purple crayon when there was a knock at the door at a time of evening when there shouldn't be a knock at the door. I think it was just me and my brother in the house and my brother's friend said Tigre was dead in front of someones house down the street. My brother was young teen and had started to have the attitude that he didnt care about anything. The sun had set and there was a little bit of light left, actually remembering the light it looks like in the picture above, faint dark gray. We followed his friend down the sidewalk, kids were playing in the street. His mouth had been ripped off by a dog. He was so still on the grass and it was shocking and horrible. My feet were bare, the purple crayon and his poor face.