My cats name is Tiger and here is her story. My name is Tiger I’m 18 years old. I was a companion fur child at a residential program where my owner mum also worked at. I was the furchild that the residents and staff would talk to and confide in. But I had sum of the residents that were not nice to me. I have been put in a washing machine, yes you seen right a washing machine I don’t like water. I’ve been bashed, bitten, kicked and even squeezed. I have also been in a house fire. I was saved by my lovely human mum that I have now. She took me to the vet but I was fine. I stayed at her home for a couple of months and then went back to the new residential house and was there for 2 years. But the mum I have now didn’t come back to the new house. Late 2019 she came back for me as the residential program was closing. The staff didn’t know what to do with me. I have a couple of health issues due to my age. I’m now in retirement with my loving mum.
Tiger and Trish (Sydney)
