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It all started on a Sunday in 2009. I had just woken up and realized my sister wasn’t home, so I went to the living room and sat on the couch with my mom and her cat, whom I had rescued a year earlier. He was a fluffy young male cat. I was watching TV and petting him when my dog started barking after hearing people running up the steps. I didn’t think much of it because I had heard that before.

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Suddenly, the front door burst open. It was my sister and her friend. My mom yelled, asking what was going on. My sister pulled out a tiny, sick orange kitten and begged my mom to let us keep him. My mom refused.

I was shocked by how small and fragile he looked. I stood up, gently took the kitten from my sister, smiled at my mom, and promised that I would take care of him. At first, she was upset that I insisted. But after a few hours, she finally said yes — as long as I named him.

The first name that came to mind was TiggyTig, and it stuck.

After a year of calling him that, he started to respond. He grew stronger and became my best friend. I’m so grateful I chose to pick him up that day. Saving him from the streets was the best decision I ever made.

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