Tigger sat sprawled in the sun, her sister FiFi, the over posh Siamese was lying in the vegetable patch. Why did she like to sleep there? There was so many more places to rest and sleep. The rhubarb patch it had lovely big leaves which swayed in the breeze, wafting a cool stream of air. Tigger, the younger of the two and a moggy….Heinz 57, no, she knew her mother…FiFi was…..the spoilt brat. Tigger didn't care, because she could get dirty, muddy paws, play in puddles, climb trees and just be a tom-cat…not that she was a tom-cat, she was a mouser, and it was during one of her foraging jaunts, that she discovered a very interesting house. The porch wooden, and after a quick spray of the corner, she found her way to the garden. She watched the man digging under some bushes. Now if there was one thing cats were and that is nosey. There might just be something in in for them. Tigger advanced slowly from the rear.
"Hello puss," the man whispered not even looking at her.
This annoyed Tigger, as she liked attention, and since this man was not going to turn and face her, then she would have to face the man. She walked round the bush and stood defiant. The man carried on digging. Tigger swiped out, only to get a cuff round the ears.
"Bad puss." the man said. Tigger sat down and scratched her head and neck where the man had cuffed her. This sent fur into the air. The man smiled.
"You want some milk?" he smiled.
Tigger stood and walked over to the man and rubbed her head on his knee. She jumped, as his cell rang, "Yep Gibbs." As he stood, and walked back to the house. Tigger wondered if she should follow…..
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The next day saw Tigger scratching the door.
"You're in a hurry today Tigger, you found a new friend." her mistress asked.
"Meeoww" Tigger replied, looking at FiFi who was sprawled out on the couch washing.
"Ok but no fighting, and come back clean." As the door opened, Tigger ran off to see if she could find the man.
She stealthily approached the house and sniffed the air, she heard noises from the basement. Carefully looking through the window into the darkened room she saw the man working away his head down. She could see dark snuffley places and wanted in. She scrapped the glass, the man looked up and smiled. He indicated to the side door, as he rose and walked up the stairs. Tigger cocked her head and went round the side. The man was standing with the door open, she went in. Gibbs shut the door, went to the fridge and poured some milk into a saucer and went back down into the basement, Tigger followed.
"So you got a name? I'm Gibbs." The man said.
"Meoowww," as Tigger scratched her neck. Gibbs bent down and looked at the collar.
"Tigger, nice name. Gonna drink that?" as he pointed to the saucer, before pouring a shot of something smelly into a mug.
Tigger sniffed the milk and then supped away. Finished she decided to explore. It was dark and interesting, the man who called, himself smiled, but carried on whittling away at the wood. He heard Tigger sneeze as she snuffled up some sawdust. She appeared from behind some boxes, covered in bits.
"Thought I'd cleaned up the room, but you seem to have found some dirt. Where you live little one?" as Tigger now jumped up onto the workbench, and rubbed her head against Gibbs hand. "I'm a Federal Agent, I find bad guys and bring them to justice."
Tigger purred before jumping down off the bench and headed up the stairs. Gibbs followed her.
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Tigger spent the week looking for the man called Gibbs, but she didn't see him, this made her sad as she now had to play with Fifi, and Fifi was not the most playable cat. Tigger walked, no stalked the neighbouring gardens. Being adventurous and not wearing a watch, only following the time by the sun, she often returned late home hungry and tired. But this day when she was out foraging she heard screams and shouts and then a bang. Tigger quivered in the bushes. She had heard gunshots before, and she was scared. The noises faded and she silently crawled from the bush, a man lay on the ground, there was a red stain on the green grass, she sniffed and touched it was sticky. She prodded the man. That was when she saw the pips on the collar. What was it the man said…."I'm a Fed." Tigger had seen enough CSI on the box with her mistress, to know that he was a good guy, so she started to gnaw one of the buttons. She was going to take to Gibbs, only problem her paws get covered in the red goo.