I've been thinking a lot lately about Tiny... I was 9 years old when we got him. We got him New Years Eve. At the time, we lived with my grandmom and she had a big party that night, so I stayed all night in the basement with him and brought in the New Year with my new kitten.

He was a very scardy-cat his whole life but gave my grandmom a ton of love. When my mom remarried, I couldn't take Tiny with me, so Grandmom kept him a I got to visit him every weekend. He absolutely LOVED to chase my Uncle Doug's crumpled up cigaretter packs - I don't know if it was the odor or the crinkly cellophane. And in my obsessively neat grandmom's house, you could always find crinkled up cigaretter packages everywhere.

Anyway, Tny was a special guy and I wanted to show him to you... Here he is with my grandmom.



They are both in heaven together right now. I miss both of them.