Friday, August 18, 2006


This is the true story of a very special tiger.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved cats of all kinds. He had accumulated a lot of stuffed cat toys who all lived on his bed, including a tiger he named Singer. He decided that Singer was married to Snowball, the beautiful white snow leopard. Each time the little boy got a new cat, it became his favorite, because he is six years old and six-year-olds are a little fickle.

One day the little boy went to the zoo and got a new cheetah named Duma. When he went to bed that night the little boy declared that Snowball was now married to Duma. The little boy made Singer get into a fight with Duma and then banished him from the bed for his bad behavior. He was put into a permanent "time-out" on the toy chest, while the little boy snuggled with Duma and Snowball in his bed. The little boy's mother felt strangely sorry for poor Singer and even though he was just a stuffed toy, she gathered him up and took him into her room for the night.

Then the little boy's grandmother got sick, and when his mother left to stay at the hospital he gave her Singer to keep her company because he knew his mother liked him. When his mother proudly showed her mother the tiger and how her sweet son had sent him with her to keep her company, his grandmother asked if Singer could stay with her to keep her company.

So Singer sat on the little boy's grandmother's bed for days. Sometimes the grandmother would rest her hand on his soft head; sometimes she would smile at him. Sometimes Singer would fall over and caring hands would fix him so he was watching the boy's grandmother again. When the nurses came in to care for the grandmother and would have to move Singer, they would carefully replace him exactly where he was. He stayed with the little boy's grandmother until the very end.

The night that the little boy's mother finally came home for good, she wearily climbed the steps to her bedroom, pulled Singer from her suitcase and fell into a dazed sleep curled around his little soft body. She wanted to be touching something that her mother had touched.

A few nights later, the little boy asked if Singer could stay with him again. He pushed all the other animals off the bed onto the floor and fell asleep clutching Singer. So for that moment at least (because six-year-olds are fickle, after all), Singer was as beloved as a tiger could be.

And the little boy's mother and her sisters would always love Singer because, well, you can guess.


Blogger Marfa's Mewsings said...

The Divine One,
Ya gotta love that little boy for so many reasons. one of them being his love of cats.

12:53 PM  
Blogger Liberty Fan said...

Singer's story could not have been told more sweetly. He will always be very special to me too.

1:29 PM  
Blogger Marfa's Mewsings said...

Dear Divine One,
Just heard yesterday what the extra sweetness of Singer & Gus meant & how important they both were & are.
Thinking of you all & sending lots of love.

12:39 PM  
Blogger purlewe said...

Dear lady D.

Got the news and am thinking sweet sweet thoughts for you and your family. hug Gus and Singer a little bit for me OK???

4:56 PM  

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