The Twins and the Tigers~Written by Gabrielle Angel


I was admiring my white snow leopard stuffed animal a little earlier today. This was a gift from Autumn, she got it for me last Christmas. I just simply love this stuffed animal, it’s by WowWee and called an Alive Pet. It’s so adorable, it purrs and makes cute little animal sounds and I love it.

The reason Autumn got this for me, I lost my little 17 year old siamese cat Sapphire a few years ago. So far I have not had the heart to get another kitten. I know, that might sound weird to some people but I just haven’t been able to make that step quite yet. That’s a whole other blog perhaps, Sapphire and me and not wanting any more losses in my life.

Anyway, I digress as usual…The cute snow leopard and what it reminds me of. I was talking to Mom and saying how much the little snow leopard reminds me of Autumn’s and my beloved childhood stuffed tigers. Well, except our tigers didn’t make noises and all. We were given them we were about 4 years old by our Nana, they were so special to us twinnies. The amusing part is when we first set eyes on our tigers we were scared. I know, doesn’t that sound silly? These tigers were pretty large and for whatever reason, we had a 5 or 10 minutes of not being sure if we liked them. It’s strange, because after those short minutes…Those stuffed tigers went everywhere with us. It’s such a warm and kind of comforting memory, Autumn and I were just so in love with our tigers we thought they deserved special attention from family, friends and anyone visiting our home.

We were just semi-annoying to everyone I’m sure, thinking back to our behavior. It makes me laugh at our young twinnie selves, we named those tigers, too by the way. Autumn’s tiger was named Max and mine was Jax, yes we named them ourselves! Who knows where we came up with those names, that part I honestly don’t recall. Pictures of Autumn and I with those tigers, as well as plenty of home movies is hilarious. The different little collars and bows that we decked those tigers out in was just wacky. I don’t know where we came up with such ideas, but as Mom says we insisted those tigers be dressed for every occassion.

Anyway, these tigers stayed our favorites of all stuffed animals for many years. I was thinking back to how they had to be at our sides especially when we were sick. Dad and Mom used to humor us and chat with the stuffed tigers and “pretend” so well, too. Dad especially was silly with us, he used to sing to the tigers when we asked him to! It just cracks me up thinking back to some of those kind of memories…We were blessed twinnies for sure.

I don’t know how many Dads would actually sing to their kids stuffed animals, do any of you? That was my fond litlle twin memory for the day, I just had to share it. Now you all know how crazy and unusual we twinnies were even as young kids! 😉 🙂

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4 thoughts on “The Twins and the Tigers~Written by Gabrielle Angel

  1. Our tigers 🙂 we were strange children 😉 Haha, Max and Jax, they were bunches of fun and we sure put Dad and Mom through it, but they loved it all, especially Dad singing to our tigers! We were so lucky and still are lucky we have such love in our family. TF ❤ = Twins Forever

    • You said it all twinnie! 🙂 Memories of Max and Jax, Dad singing to those tigers. Mom helping us deck the tigers out in bows and ribbons, and anything else that crossed our minds. 😉 We were so blessed for sure, lots of love in our family anf thankfully it’s still going strong! 🙂 TF <3=Twins Forever

    • You liked it Diana? Yay! That makes me happy. 🙂 🙂 Thanks for reading and please stop by again soon. 🙂 Lovez

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