He was dubbed "Solo" when he was in our Nursery, because he was the lone survivor of his littermates. Born more than a week early the litter was hairless and so...oo...ooo tiny. Tiger was a fighter, and slowly began to thrive with hand-feedings every few hours for three weeks. It was touch and go until four weeks of age. And although he was still so small, he had a huge zest for life. We were so grateful that he survived. At the moment that he was old enough to get along on his own we knew that we could not give him up. He is our fierce little tiger, and we hope that he can pass on his enthusiasm for life to any progeny that he produces.
