Since our move back to Cardiff from Edinburgh last week, HRFL Tiger has
been busy establishing who is "da boss" in his new abode. The kitchen
door in the house we're in now, is old, vicotrian, and when it shuts, is
still loose.

Tiger arrived, and worked out within about 3 minutes, that if he yowled
loud enough and hammered the door hard enough with his paw, it would
either slam (and my grandmother would get up from whatever she was doing
to see what was wrong and then give him whatever he wanted) or if it was
closed it would rattle loudly so it sounded like it was coming off from
its hinges (and my grandmother would get up from whatever she was doing
and go and see what was wrong and then give him what ever he wanted...)

He's had the poor woman running all over the house for 8 days. She still
hasn't learned that he's no more than an attention seeking little sh*t,
and this is his idea of fun. He thinks it's great that he now has this
wonderful slave who answers his every beck and call, including breakfast
at 5am, 3 days in a row.

My grandmothers response when I told her to ignore him....."ah, well
he's only little (at 10 1/2lbs!!) and he's so sweet I do it for a quiet
life!"

SWEET????? TIGER IS SWEET???? Arrogant, self opinionated thug more
like!!

Helen M

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