When Aunt Sarah died in 1979, Fluffy was assigned to our house by Uncle Hank and my mother. Brad was 8 years old and he named Fluffy - Tiger. Fluffy had never been outside without being on a leash for walks with Aunt Sarah. It was fascinating to watch how Tiger adjusted to being so free at our house. He became my constant companion when Brad went away to college ten years later. He really enjoyed jumping into the Christmas wrappings.