The Day Tigger Turned the Tables
Mikey was in one of his moods again, darting around like a little whirlwind. Tigger had watched him from his throne, a comfy old armchair, trying to ignore the chaos. But today, something snapped in Tigger. Maybe it was the fifth time Mikey interrupted his nap, or perhaps it was the kitten's cheeky face.
Tigger decided it was time for a little lesson. He waited for Mikey to come close, then, with a surprising amount of grace, leaped out of the armchair, initiating a playful brawl. Mikey was taken aback but thrilled with the challenge. They tumbled and rolled, a flurry of claws and purrs until Tigger cleverly led Mikey towards the pile of toys.
Distracted by a shiny new ball, Mikey forgot all about bothering Tigger, who took the opportunity to slip back into his armchair. Watching Mikey play alone, Tigger couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to like the little rascal's company, just a bit.
