That picture,of Tigger,brings back fond memories,of the days,when our Cats,roamed free.And my Dear Mother,and I,used,to sit,at the Kitchen Table,and wait,for them,to cross,the lawn,in the moonlight,and make,it back,home.If a Cat dawled,she would take,out the Container of Cat Yummies,and then,the Cat,would come running.Some,of our best conversations,were at that table,waiting,for the Cats.