When I was in my early 20s, my parents moved into a house and put in a pool. I had always been curious if Rags could swim like the dogs. But I never had the opportunity to put him in anything – so I never tried it. Until! my parents got a pool.
The first time I took Trigg to the acupuncturist, she asked me, “Did you notice the Nystagmus in his eyes?” I had never even heard the word and my regular vet had never said anything.
I can’t believe my little Chigg Doo is 6 years old. I’ve never met a cat like Trigg. He is so quirky. QUIRKY! Just to get up from a nap sometimes, he will do this weird curl thing.
My wittle Chiggy Poo is 5 years old today! I can’t believe he’s 5. I really can’t.
For those of you that follow Floppycats on Facebook, then you know that Trigg had a dental on May 21 as well as had a mass removed from his neck. Luckily it turned out that the mass was just a benign cyst.
I can’t believe my little Chiggy is 3 years old today! He is the quirkiest, funniest cat I have ever known and he can ALWAYS make me laugh out loud.
I am a firm believer that we are given what we need to grow in life. I also believe that I am supposed to have the cats I have, those are Charlie and Trigg and that I was supposed to have Rags. Although, he, technically, is not mine, I have a very strong bond with Caymus, so he is also included.
I’ve often heard that Ragdolls aren’t cats, but are dogs. When it comes to our daily mail delivery, Trigg is more like a dog than a cat.
Rags, was my family’s cat, who I got when I was 10 years old. He lived until he was 19.5, so until I was 29 years old (I am now 31). Since I had Rags for so long and because I was the most into him, I ended up claiming him as mine – although he was my family’s cat. After he died, about 6 months later, I got Charlie and a month later, Trigg in 2009.