When I was 6 years old my family and I decided to get a new kitten. We all wanted a pet apart from my dad but eventually he gave into the idea. So my mum went out and got a ginger tom kitten who was the last one in the litter for sale. She brought him home and my sister Laura and I had the task of naming him. I wanted to him Tigger from ‘Winne the Pooh’ so the name stuck. We were all happy with the new member of our family and I couldn’t stop hugging the little cutie.
After having all of his vaccinations he was allowed to go outside. We’d installed a cat flap for him and when he got the hang of it he could go in and out as he pleased. My parents discovered that like most cats he was quite the explorer. He kept getting into the garden shed and hiding in the garage. However one day his exploring got the best of him and he got stuck up a tree. This tree was very tall and in our back garden. He sat up there crying for help and that’s when Laura and I heard him. We were playing ball in the garden when we heard our little kitten mewing so we dropped the game and tried to look for him. We couldn’t figure out where he was and then we looked up the tree.
“Let’s get mummy and daddy quickly. He’s stuck up there,” Laura said and we rushed inside to get them.
When my parents came out with us they scratched their heads thoughtfully as they tried to figure out how they were going to get helpless Tigger down again. Eventually dad said,
“Oh I’ll climb up and get him. I mean it’s the only way.” So he grabbed the tree branches and started climbing. We all shouted encouragement as he got closer and closer to stuck Tigger. He reached out to the little kitten to take him to safety when all of a sudden clever Tigger ran down all the branches he’d just climbed. He moved like lighting and before we knew it he was safe on firm ground again. Unfortunately our dad was far from safe.
“Oh great now I’m stuck up here!!” Then he shouted, “Help, help!” My mum scooped up Tigger and hugged him closely. We were all so busy fussing over tiny Tigger that we forgot about our heroic father.
Thankfully dad did manage to get down from the tree but with much difficulty. The tree lashed at his back and when he was back on the ground he was badly cut.
“Thank you daddy,” Laura and I both said.
“That’s the last time I climb up after that cat!” He shouted and went inside to bath his back. We all followed him and that was the end of an eventfully day.
For years after that dad brought it up from time to time that we’d forgotten about him up the tree. It became a well known family story but now even he laughs at it. Tigger was with us for 17 years and lived a ripe old age. After he passed away my parents got a new cat called Archie. He is still up and bounding around today.