Today is a sad day for me. A year ago today the knocking stopped. I got Tigger when he was 10 months old. His owner was moving and didn't want to take him with her. I kept him in for a few days before letting him out. One afternoon there was a knock at the door. It was Tigger. He'd learned to stand on his back legs and flick the letterbox with his paw, something that he did right till a couple of days before he passed away. He died in his sleep aged 18. He is gone now but not forgotten. In a way he is still with me, In my heart and in my memory. RIP Tigger.