Within weeks of our arrival home, he had become KING of the parlor, with a "bejeweled" crown from the local toy store. They also sell sceptres, ballet tutus, wands, and other magical make believe paraphernalia; but despite his pestering, I drew the line at a crown. At Christmas he gets a ring of holly inside the crown, and in late winter he sports several strands of Mardi Gras beads. (He prefers the green ones. They match his eyes.)
Mr. Tyger is a calm and attentive fellow. And despite that incident last year with the Boxer dog (his tail is healing nicely, thank you) he's very long-suffering about being pulled around during vacuuming or being sat on my small children. All in all, a wonderful companion.
|Grab your crown and stop by Claudia's Favorite Thing party.|