I like what I think it’s trying to be (a grand fanciful adventure set in days gone by), but I think it misses the mark.  The illustrations seem inconsistent in their quality, and rhythm of the poetry is inconsistent in its readability.  These tigers are friends of this rich Victorian dude, and they set off on an adventure, but storms at sea leave them stranded, but after facing a volcano and spending time with some gypsies, they run into their old friend and neighbor in a Paris train station, who welcomes them back into the fold and throws them a feast.  A lot of the whys are left unanswered, leaving the reader a bit in the dark as to the point.  I’m not sure there’s ever an actual climax to the story.  I can’t figure out why they bother republishing it.