Tiger mon tiger. Tiger was dropped on our terrace by her mother Ginette when she was 2 months old. And when I say dropped, I mean dropped. Ginette waiting until her kittens were 2 months old and then took her 2 kittens Tiger and Spot in her mouth , one at a time of course and … dropped them so they could eat. Ginette was wild and could not be touched and her 2 kittens Tiger and Spot were just as wild. They would be dropped in for food, and run away when we came or later watch us from afar. My son Rudy saw them and said, “you will be able to touch that one someday” pointing to Spot the male who was white with two Dalmatian like spots. And he was right, in about a month we could put one finger on spot before he ran away, then two, then after some days, pet him. His sister Tiger would watch from afar. I wonder what she was thinking. I would say to myself ummm Tiger is wondering what Spot is doing, Tiger is wondering if this is a good idea. Umm. Then one day, Tiger came to us and let us touch her and then, pet her and then she purred and liked it allot. Of course this changed her life, and ours. We now had a cat, 2 really since Spot stayed and was petable now. We still have Tiger mon Tiger , Spot left one day unexpectedly after being with us several years. Unfixed males are different. But Tiger mon Tiger is my cat girlfriend, she is soo sweet but still wild.