A DAY IN THE LIFE OF TIGGER
CHAPTER ONE

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A/N: I hope a don't make Tigger look like a ass hole!

'Beep, beep, beep'

It was 6:30 in the morning, when Mary Ann has to get up for school. I'm never ready to get up that early, I'm a cat, for crying out loud, but I get up anyway. Because before Mary Ann gets in the shower, she always pets me at least once or twice.

'Beep, beep, beep'

Mary Ann's great. I love her so much! She gives me everything I want and gives me all the attention that a cat could ever imagine. Sometimes, I just want her to leave me alone and let me sleep! But that doesn't happen very often. I really do appreciate her and care for her very much.

'Beep, beep, beep''

We kinda have a routine that we do every morning. After the alarm gos off, I walk up the bed (I sleep at the foot of the bed) to Mary Ann's stomach. After I'm on her stomach, she usually wakes up. She hits the clock and makes it shutup and sits up and pets me for a little bit. Then, she gets up and takes a shower and I sit on the bed until she gets out and walks in to the room wrapped in a towel. She gets dressed and gos down stairs to feed me and eat breakfast. I always follow her there, because I'm very hunger by that time. Then she tells me good-bye and leaves for school, and I start my day.

'Beep, beep, beep'

I started walking up to Mary Ann. She hit the clock and started petting me, just like she always does, long, slow strides, from the top of my head, to the tip of my tail. It's great.

"Well, hello my tiggy, wiggy, wo! And how are you this morning," Mary Ann asked me. I really don't like when she calls me all those stupid nicknames, if that's what you want to call them. I wish I could tell her that my name is Tigger, not tiggy, wiggy, wo. But, I love her anyway and have gotten used to them.

I instantly started purring as if to answer her question.

"Well, I better get up and get in the shower," Marry Ann said to herself, as much to me, as she got and walked out of the room.

I sat there on the bed, still purring, thinking about what I should do next. Should I lick myself or go back to sleep.

"I feel kinda dirty," I thought to myself, and started licking my paw, then whipping it on my head, in an effort to clean my head.

By the time Marry Ann got out of the shower, I was almost done cleaning myself, all the way to my bottom, if you wanted to know.

I sat on the bed, watching her look in her closet and listening to her hum a tune.

"So, what do you think I should wear today, Tiggy?" she asked me.

I tried to tell her to wear her sweat shirt that said "I (a little heart, to indicate the word 'love') my Cat!" by meowing. But, of course, she didn't understand me, but, then again, she never really will.

She ended up wearing a black shirt with pink, zip up sweat shirt over it, and a black mini skirt. I never really liked that skirt. I thought it was way to short, but her dad said that she could wear it, so I guess she wears it.

"Come on, Tigger. Let's go get some breakfast!"

"Great, I'm STARVING!" I thought.

We both walked down stairs to the kitchen. The whole time, I was rubbing Mary Ann's legs.

I watched as Mary Ann opened the fridge and grabbed a can of open cat food, and walked to the cupboard. At the cupboard, she opened it, took out a special bowl, and put part of the can in it. She then walked over to my area (where my little box, food and water bowls, and dry food are) opened the dry food bag and took a little cup of food out. She took the cup over to the counter where the bowl was and put thedry food in it and gave it to me.

I hurriedly ran to my bowl and looked up at Mary Ann and meowed. I do that every morning, to thank her. She always takes it as a thank you and I'm very thankful for that. I don't know what I'd do if she took it any differently.

"Well, what should I eat, Dad and Sharon are already gone and I have to leave in, um, now!" Mary Ann said to me. She just grabbed a granola bar and walked over to me and gave me a kiss.

"You be good and I'll be back right after school. Love you!" and she ran out the door.

"Hmm," I thought to myself, "what trouble can I get in to know?

A/N: Sorry it's so slow. But I hope you think it's OK!