

He was named by his first parents who had little girls in the house. It fits him though, because we call him our "saber-toothed tigger" because of his long "fangs". Except for mild pinching, he's harmless, though, except when we almost trip as he winds himself in and around our legs.
I didn't start hunting photos until this morning, or I could have found some cute photos of myself and/or my sister or brother from the 40s. Maybe next time. We really were cute kids!
I hope you enjoy these photos of my little guy.
1 comment:
Well he's pretty cute too! Thanks for the comment!
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