Tiger was my sister's cat. Look at that beautiful face, you would never know it hid a ferocious spitting monster would you? lol She had a liking for polos and would go mad if she could smell them, rubbing all round you like butter wouldn't melt. Go in my sister's house when she wasn't there though, and look out - move over Rottweilers - Tiger is in town!!! You think I'm joking - ask any of my family to show you their scars!!!
My sister loved her dearly though, and that is what matters!!