King Tbq and Me

He was the cutest tiger I had ever seen in a box with a mat. Discarded and alone, so I could not resist the plea of this cat. Also, he was free, and what kind of person could pass up that? I named him Shere Khan Two, but he did not like it and said so. I was surprised that he was determined to right this before we could go. I prefer being called King T.B.Q. he told me with flash as it started to snow. So King T.B.Q. and I ran to the car, and I thought all would be well in the next scene. Except he insisted upon driving, and frankly, his driving was less than keen. I tricked him into going to the zoo, and left him there with a zookeeper, I guess kind of mean.