In June 2004, I adopted this sweet little fuzzball named Tiger, from the Humane Society of Indianapolis. He was only a couple months old, with a fun personality. He slept on my head, on my desk, and in every dirty laundry basket he could find! When I moved out of my parents' house, I adopted my brother's cat and left Tiger to be with Mom and Dad. I am happy to report that nearly nine years later, Tiger is fat and happy, living the retired life in Florida with my parents. Lakefront property with a pool? Not bad for a nine year old!