The first story is a flashback about his initial introduction to the park and his interactions with the wildlife. When he sees a heron stab a small animal, he is so scared he crawls under the bed, squeezes under the bed. It’s a tight fit and he flattens himself with his legs sticking out flat on both sides. Think roadkill. Oops. Now he’s wedged. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The stories are told from Tiger’s point of view. He isn’t chubby with a drooping belly, he’s a Maine Coon cat. So what if he doesn’t have the tufted ears or