I keep my cats "forever".... It's like a marriage.. 'til death do us part.... I am 44 now and have had three cats my whole life... Tony, from the age of four until I was nineteen. Then Puddy came along, I was twenty one and he died when I was 31. We got Fuzzy three months after Puddy died, and here he is, 13 years later. My cats are as much a part of the family as my kids are!! I will share my cat stories from present to past.....so we'll start with Fuzzy. Fuzzy is a pure bred Blue Point Himalayan. He could be a show cat, he has the papers, but we don't show him. He's an inside/outside cat and is not declawed. He's a lover, not a fighter, but I have seen him fight once or twice before, and he surprised me with his agility and strength. He looks like a big harmless puffball. When we moved, he had to "mark" his new territory and there were a few cats that needed to be told that our yard "NOW BELONGS TO FUZZY". Those cats have never entered our yard again, it only took one time for the king to make his presence known.The good thing about being a long hair is that when he puffs up he looks like "Cat-zilla!" ;) He will rub up against anyone and bust into a loud purr at the mere mention of his name. I can't look at him and not smile, because he's so cute and has so much personality. He loves to talk. Fuzzy was born on July 20, 1990. Stephanie and Fuzzy: Christmas, 1997 Fuzzy is the greatest cat in the world! He is so mellow and lets everyone pet him and pick him up. Where ever we are, that's where he is. I step on him at least once a day, as he always under foot. He follows us around like a dog, and understands many voice commands. When my husband and I go for two mile walks, we have to lock Fuzzy in the house, or else he'll follow us and freak out when we pass a dogs house because they always bark. One time he ran and hid in some bushes and I had to come back with the car and retrieve him. He'll get tired on the way back and then I have to carry all 12 lbs. of him back home. I said to him, "Fuzz, if you insist on going for walks, then I'll have to put a leash on you!" Well, I went out and bought a harness leash. I put it on him and it was like pulling a mule. Then he started bucking like a bronco! It was hysterical. The whole family was rolling on the grass laughing. I put him in the house and said, "Stay, Fuzzy. If you won't wear a leash, then you can't come with us!" We left. About fifteen minutes later one of the kids opened the door, of course, and he got out. There he came, running down the street towards us. He was smiling, running his "victory lap", a mile away from home. And of course, I had to carry him home again!

Coming soon..... The true story of
"Fuzzy --the famous, flying, crapping cat!"

Fuzzy and I won an "on the air" radio contest together in the summer of 1994.
It was sponsored by WMAL radio station in Washington, DC.

We won the
"WORST WEEK IN WASHINGTON CONTEST"

( Someday, I'll write this story!)

Talk to  Fuzzy

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