"What's this? A kitty with stripes?" Wait... could this be... "My long lost uncle!" Tigger didn't think twice of gathering the cat in his arms, squeezing him in a tight hug.
"Wha…?"
"No, I don’t think….."Squeezy hug."….Can’t breathe!"
Another shy family member… Tigger wondered if he got all the sociable genes? His own father wasn’t willing to admit who he was, either! Something that… had to be drawn from them. “Hoho, a little bouncin’ will rejoggify your memory! We can hunt for heffalumps and woozles later~” Though Tiggers were more of… trackers and bouncers.
"And-a one, and-a two, and-a four! Bounce away Uncle Maxy!" He even took a few helpful, leading bounces to get the other started. Not to mention a few pats on the head as he sprung by him.
"Use that Tiggy-tail!"
Max wondered if he should just play along. Like that one time when the penguins thought they were on the moon? Sounds like a plan. "Heffalumps? Woozies?" He asked a confused, not really knowing what that would be. ”I rather thought, you know…we could get fish. Tuna, perhaps? It’s delicious.” The streetcat watched him doing so, not really having a clue. "Yeah, uhm….about that, you see…"
"Your uncle isn’t the youngest anymore. If we tiggers get old we prefer to settle down and forget about all the bouncyness. I haven’t bounced since ages and with that thin tail, it’s impossible. How about I walk and you just bounce, yes?" Nervously, the streetcat looked around. "....And the best thing is that we find a good hiding spot first... Something tells me that the animal control guy is around again..."
