This is Tigger. She was a feral cat turned barn cat turned house cat. She's ~20 years old. I've had her for 18.5 years now. She was super loving the day I got her with a side of spicy don't mess with me.

She decided to retire her feral then barn cat ways the night before she gave birth. She wandered up to a coworker's door, screamed bloody murder until she was let in, given the princess treatment she demanded, and claimed the family as her own. Then when everyone went to sleep for the night, she gave birth. If you like kittens, it was basically Christmas morning the next day!

Well, this was already a household of 4 cats. Taking on a 5th wasn't in the cards. But a 5th who just added SIX MORE was really not in the cards. That's where I came in. I went to my coworker's place, met the kittens, met mom, and she attached herself to me. The answer was clear. She chose me.

She's spent the last 18 years or so reminding me that she's in charge, she's a princess, and if I don't do what she wants, she will scream at me with the voice that sounds like she smokes 4 packs a day. I love her so incredibly much.