On 26th October 2011 we lost our good friend Tiggy. If you were in Highbury Vale, on your way to work or school, jogging, cycling or taking in an Arsenal game at any time in the 23 years of his life, you might have seen him. He was a famous local character.
Like a grey sphinx he sat on the mat, the windowsill, the dustbin lids. Some of us thought he was immortal & would go on forever. This page is to celebrate his life.
On warm, sunny days Tiggy liked to stretch out on the concrete, in the dust of the front garden. We know he had many admirers, many who will have missed seeing him there.
If you came to Highbury to visit the Arsenal Museum with your school class, & were in a queue on the pavement, waiting to go inside, you may have seen Tiggy across the road. ‘Oooo, look at the CAT!’ someone would shout…
Sometimes Tiggy would stand in profile on the brickwork by his front railings & allow himself to be stroked by his passing fans. He would stretch himself out, from his nose to the tip of his tail, so that everyone had a bit of him to stroke. As many as five people, two adults and three children, could stroke Mr Tiggs at the same time.
![Tiggy with mighty arms outstretched](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG7-with-mighty-arms-outstretched1-600x520.jpg)
![Tiggy again posing with his arms outstretched](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Tigg7a-arms-outstretched-369x600.jpg)
![Tiggy diligently working hard on his tan in the garden](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Tigg23-stretched-out-in-dry-garden.jpg)
Tiggy was born across the road from Highbury Stadium’s North Bank in 1987. He was the firstborn kitten of Shan-Shan & a local Tabby, & was named White Tiger. Shan-Shan’s fur was jet black, but white underneath; Tiggy inherited her white under-fur, & his father’s Tabby markings. His affectionate nature set him apart from Shan-Shan & his siblings, who were all eventually found homes elsewhere.
He shared a basket in his human Mum Anna’s kitchen with a dog, Moey. On schooldays Tiggy & Moey had their tea at 4pm, when Katie was home from school. Tiggy arrived via Anna’s open kitchen window, leaping across to it from our extension roof. Roger, our gardener, had set a wooden plank between the extension & our brick wall. Tiggy made good use of it. On hot summer days he liked to sleep in the sun, sprawled on the roof.
Cat on a hot extension roof
Over his lifetime Tiggy met all the local cats, their successors and grandkittens. Close encounters included yowling, fighting & nose-to-nose confrontations. Mr Tiggs, winner of all his battles, was for some years the unassailable Top Cat. Even the local foxes gave him respect. We saw a few of them wander into his front garden and retreat at the sight of him, rather than confront the Warrior Cat.
Tiggy’s manor stretched from the small woodland behind our house along Elwood St to Avenell Rd, past Highbury Stadium’s North Bank, west on Gillespie Rd to St Thomas’s Rd. Walking down to Monsell Rd, Tiggy then made a left up Quill St to two sets of iron gates: one leads into the Quill St allotments, the other into Gillespie Park. Mr Tiggs visited both, for his special herbs. Many a cleaver (a round seed with hooked barbs) from Goose Grass inside the Gillespie Park gates made its way back here, clinging to his fur. He visited someone on Drayton Park, & sometimes joined us for a walk to the shops – up St Thomas’s Rd as far as the Mosque.
He often hissed at anyone who spoke to him, ourselves included, when he was patrolling his manor. He walked it proudly, no longer the affectionate housecat; he was the Top Cat on the beat, & he demanded respect.
Hot summer day, Mr Tiggs asleep in shade of chair near the Cycad
Tiggy’s shape changed with the seasons. For winter he grew a thick fur coat, shedding much of it as the weather warmed. He went ‘a bit doo-lally’ in spring; RF reckoned that losing so much fur was part of it. The intense heat of summer days would often leave the great cat in a collapsed heap.
Many years ago, Tiggy had to wear flea collars. They were abandoned, but not before the damage was done. The fur never grew back round his neck where the collar had been.
![TIGG2 portrait, 2008](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG2-portrait-20081-600x450.jpg)
![WEBSITE - Tigg on blue table](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/WEBSITE-Tigg-on-blue-table.jpg)
![THIN TIGG TWO 23 09 07](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/THIN-TIGG-TWO-23-09-07-163x300.jpg)
Mr Tiggs was a fighting cat who liked to wrestle. He dealt out pain to other cats, but he suffered as well. He was battlescarred, his furry cheek puffs hiding some of the damage from other cats’ claws and teeth. Brenda said ‘Damage to front of cat = cat winning. Damage to back of cat = cat running away’.
When getting over a battle, Tiggy rejected food. He lost weight, putting all his energy into healing himself. He might visit the garden to eat a bit of Catmint, or White Campion, or any other plant he knew would help to heal his injuries.
Battlescarred Tigg, August 2009
One of his best sparring partners over the years was a local ivory & black cat. For a good seven or eight minutes at a time they would roll about on the ground, gripping each other with front legs while back legs kicked out in the ‘disembowelling’ move. Then each would go his separate way. ‘See you next time. Show me some new moves’.
Black cats came into Tiggy’s garden. Freddie with the bushy tail, & two ‘Bad Black Cats’, BBC1 & BBC2. Crouching behind RF’s gladiolas, BBC1 stalked Mr Tiggs & sprang out at him, always trying to inveigle the old boy into just one more battle. It was no good Tiggy saying ‘I’m not quite dunroamin’, but sort of… semi-retired now…’ There was always another young cat who wanted to fight the old champion.
On weekdays, football supporters from home & abroad came to Highbury to buy Arsenal match tickets. They were often seen standing in the road, cameras and phonecams aimed at the art deco facade of Highbury Stadium’s East Stand and North Bank.
When they crossed the street for a better view, they would come upon the large, inscrutable grey cat on the mat of the house opposite. ‘Look at the cat!’ we often heard in English, & it must have been said in many another language. Snap! An extra photo on someone’s mobile phone or camera, local colour from the Highbury trip. Mr Tiggs, the proud British Lion, was used to being photographed. There must be snaps of him all over the world.
Mr Tiggs absolutely loved Matchdays. For the whole of his life until 2006, when they moved to the new stadium, Arsenal FC, the Very Large Neighbour across the street, threw a party every fortnight or so & 38,000 people came.
Neighbourhood streets buzz on Matchdays; stalls go up, selling t-shirts, pins, scarves, football kit, flags and sweeties. Police trot by on horseback, patrolling the streets. That Matchday whiff of fish and chips, burgers & pies floats through the air. Tiggy always insisted he be allowed to sniff the essence of Matchday from the open front door before the game, even if he chose to wait till the crowd had gone into the grounds before going out himself.
!['Zzzz... won't be long till Matchday... '](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Zzzz...-wont-be-long-till-matchday...-300x240.jpg)
‘Zzzz… won’t be long till Matchday… ‘
![TIGG13c, 2006, by window as North Bank is taken down](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG13c-2006-by-window-as-North-Bank-is-taken-down-1-300x220.jpg)
‘Why has it got to come down?’
!['Why?'](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG13b-Nov-01-2006-North-Bank-coming-down-1-300x294.jpg)
‘Why?’
![Row 2 No 1 - Chief Inspector Tiggy guards the toolboxes](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-2-No-1-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-guards-the-toolboxes-150x150.jpg)
![Row 2 No 2 - Chief Inspector Tiggy waits for the workforce](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-2-No-2-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-waits-for-the-workforce-150x150.jpg)
![Row 2 No 3 - Chief Inspector Tiggy gets the feel of the paperwork](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-2-No-3-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-gets-the-feel-of-the-paperwork-150x150.jpg)
![Row 2 No 4 - Chief Inspector Tiggy tests the winter garden](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-2-No-4-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-tests-the-winter-garden-150x150.jpg)
![Row 3 No 1 - Chief Inspector Tiggy supervises the gardening](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-3-No-1-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-supervises-the-gardening-150x150.jpg)
![Row 3 No 2 - Chief Inspector Tiggy chooses the pictures](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-3-No-2-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-chooses-the-pictures-150x150.jpg)
![SAMSUNG](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-3-No-3-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-keeps-charge-of-the-toolbox-150x150.jpg)
![Row 3 No 4 - Chief Inspector Tiggy looks forward to the day's painting](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-3-No-4-Chief-Inspector-Tiggy-looks-forward-to-the-days-painting-150x150.jpg)
Sleep was important to Mr Tiggs, and he took his cat naps anywhere he could get them…
He was well fed by his mum Anna & was persuasive with others. He made it clear that his adopted uncles & aunties in our house (along with other neighbours) were expected to feed him… ‘Have you seen Tiggy?’ one housemate would ask & the other might say ‘I saw him half an hour ago… he mugged me for fish’ (or ham, or whatever he could get). The mugging involved a relentless Tiggy Barrage of meows when he wanted to be fed, or to have a door opened for him.
His voice was harsh, a growly roar crossed with a crow caw – repeated over and over, as the local crows do it. ‘ROWR! ROWR! ROWR!’ The moment would come when no further meows could be tolerated, when the door was opened or food was found for the noisy one & he got his way.
One night Anna’s front door opened and Big John’s mighty arm appeared with the Matchday Cat sat on it; he was lowered to the ground & he set off on his rounds. We knew what a relentless barrage of meows Tiggy’s family would have endured before someone had to be his doorkeeper. When we lost him, the silence was overwhelming. What we wouldn’t give now, to hear a Tiggy barrage again.
There is the story of RF the gardener, Tiggy & the defrosting half-chicken. RF had gone into the garden, leaving his kitchen door ajar… Tiggy walked in, opened the fridge door with a great paw, seized the defrosting half-chicken & dragged it out into the garden. When RF caught sight of him, he had dragged his prize to the top of the fence & sat there, tucking into it, half frozen or not… ‘He refused to come down!’ said RF.
New to the Garden Flat, Scurvy came back at dusk one warm evening with fish ‘n’ chips. He sat down at the blue table in the garden with the rest of us & found the Matchday Cat climbing onto his lap. Scurve shared some fish ‘n’ chips with the Old Boy, & Tiggy knew he had another client.
Paul was new to the Garden Flat a few years later. He was working into the early hours, having a snack in the kitchen. Tiggy appeared through the new catflap & subjected him to a Tiggy barrage. Paul gave him some fish, but ‘he carried on, & I told him that that was all there was… I had to open the fridge door to show him I wasn’t holding out on him…’
Tiggy had a problem with tapwater. He refused to drink it. We would set out a bowl of it with his crunchy biscuits, but he never drank from it. He preferred to go outside and drink from muddy puddles, from any container with rainwater in it, no matter what state the water was in, what gunge it contained.
It must have been the taste of rainwater that he craved. We eventually got him to drink from an orange bucket in the garden. We filled it with tapwater that been through a Brita water filter and topped it up with rainwater. Once he’d had a drink, and found it acceptable, that orange bucket became the Tiggy Bucket. We kept it clean for him, refilling it with filtered water and rainwater.
This was all part of his being ‘White Tiger’ Tiggy, a family pet who lived in a city but remained a wild cat at heart. For Mr Tiggs it was important to scent-mark his territory, and he never really took to using a litter tray.
In his later years, Mr Tiggs became the lifeguard for our garden birds, seeing off other cats who might drop in to make a meal of them. He realised that the birds in the garden were important to us. He was deployed, on his footstool or chair, to catch the sunshine… As it moved to the back of the garden, Tiggy was moved as well, to catch the last rays. When his chair was sitting under the birdfeeders, the birds knew that the sleeping one in the grey fur coat was no threat to them; they carried on pecking away at the feeders above his head, but did so quietly so as not to wake him.
![TIGG, on garden duty, 15 Jun 2009](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG21-on-garden-duty-15-Jun-20091-1024x589.jpg)
![TIGG COATS footstool P1000700](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG-COATS-footstool-P1000700-210x300.jpg)
![TIGG with Herb Robert flowers in bloom, 24 July 2011](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG18a-with-Herb-Robert-flowers-in-bloom-24-July-2011-600x450.jpg)
![TIGG, solemn on striped cushion](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG20a-solemn-on-striped-cushion-600x507.jpg)
![TIGG, asleep on striped cushion, 15 Aug 2011](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG27-asleep-on-striped-cushion-15-Aug-2011.jpg)
Tiggy was the cat detective. His nose was infallible. Even on moonless nights he could tell, the instant the back door was opened, that another cat was out there in his garden. He launched himself into the darkness… There would be snarling & thrashing in the shrubbery, & the intruder would be despatched over the fence in seconds.
He loved the garden. Fresh air, favourite plants (Catmint, White Campion, Clover, Sweet Woodruff) & fragrances, and, on sunny days, a place to bask in the warmth. He stretched himself out anywhere the sun shone.
![SAMSUNG](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Tigg-with-Mystery-daisy-2011-06-26-19.17.04-150x150.jpg)
![P1020445](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/P1020445-150x150.jpg)
![tig in sun on white gdn chair by blue table](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/tig-in-sun-on-white-gdn-chair-by-blue-table-600x457.jpg)
![TIGG COATS P1000696](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/TIGG-COATS-P1000696-150x150.jpg)
![Tigg, gdn chair, best cat pillow thumbnail](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Tigg-gdn-chair-best-cat-pillow-thumbnail-150x150.jpg)
![SAMSUNG](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-5-No-2-Tigg-in-gdn-chair-old-coat-July-15-2011-150x150.jpg)
![Row 5 No 3 - Tigg dozing under old coat on gdn chair](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-5-No-3-Tigg-dozing-under-old-coat-on-gdn-chair-150x150.jpg)
![Row 5 No 4 - Tigg closeup, gdn chair and coats, dozing](http://highburywildlifegarden.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/Row-5-No-4-Tigg-closeup-gdn-chair-and-coats-dozing-150x150.jpg)
The little woodland behind our garden, used by Tiggy and other neighbourhood cats, was trashed by a developer in 2003. We met with our neighbours to decide what to do about it. Several of them came round to chat and recognised the grey warrior cat; they said they’d fed him. He must have subjected them to the relentless Tiggy Barrage of roars and convinced them he was starving.
In the days when Tiggy’s walks round his Manor were more predictable, a woman from Quill Street passed by and, seeing Tiggy on his mat, said she’d seen him regularly each morning at 11am as she took her husband out in his wheelchair. A man walking by said his own cat was very similar to Tiggy in appearance, and was now 29 in human years. We hoped that Tiggy could live that long. And once, when he was looking frail and poorly, a woman walking past wanted to know if anyone was taking care of him; she said that she always looked for him when walking down the road, and worried about him… ‘And I’m not the only one!’
Tigg’s pet hates were the saxophone, the vet, and fireworks, especially Guy Fawkes Day. This brave, battle-hardened warrior cat, used to giving and receiving pain, was inconsolable when fireworks were set off. He howled and hid himself away, anywhere that was shielded from the windows, from the noise – under tables, shelves, chairs… If on the stairs when the explosions began, he would stay there, paralysed and howling, unable to move. We had to pick him up and carry him away from the spot.
If you have a pet, remember brave Tiggy when a fireworks display is imminent – keep your pet indoors.
We always said he fought like a Viking, and if there was a Valhalla for cats he would end up there. But his mother Anna says he’s still with us. After 23 years of walking his manor, his Tiggy spirit carries on as before, but invisible now… still walking his manor, the matchless Matchday Cat.