Not the ‘Tiger Tiger’ of drunk women on hen nights dancing with men in bad suits at a dimly lit bar.
More The Tiger of William Blake:
“Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?”
With the join at the middle I can imagine them prowling gorgeously on the end of their silver plated chain.
These tigers reminds me of The Tiger Who Came To Tea, do you remember that book?