7 years ago, when the then-developing curmudgeon found Tiger at a midcoast Maine animal shelter, he was looking at a pile of 6-week old kittens, the curmudgeon selected Tiger, because of his stunning good looks and the half white nose bit.
Then I picked him up. The purring set in. My heart melted.
Fast forward 7 years. At the vet for his annual checkup, where most pets freak, the vet made the fatal mistake of holding onto him to listen to his heart. The purring set in. But she knew a trick - run the water in the sink, and normal cats would quiet. Sure enough, Tiger stopped purring for, oh, easily 5 seconds.
We decided the heart was sound.
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