Tiger belonged to a young woman living with her grandparents close to our house.
When she moved away, she left her cat behind.
Tiger came to our backyard looking for food.
When we started to feed the little hungry cat,
he waited for us every day until we arrived home.
Our neighbour didn't care about the cat and told us to keep him.
And from that day on, we took care of Tiger and we loved him until he passed away.
My son Martin's friend Pancho visited us from Chile.
He looked at the cat and called him El Presidente.
That's how we remember him, a big, wonderful and gentle Tiger cat.
He was our El Presidente.