Poor Tigger

While me and Tara continued to talk about the idea of celebrating our engagement at the location where the Windenburg party was held, Tigger approached us and began to aggressively meow. I looked over at his food dish, and it was empty. Poor Tigger. We keep forgetting about him. I guess that's what happens when you spend so much time drinking and having fun! Yeah, not good. Me and Tara have to start focusing a little better. I don't want my little buddy to be unhappy.