His name is Fuzzy, but mostly we just call him the Fuzz.
There is a Fuzz on the floor.
I can’t decide whether I love this cat or hate him. On the plus side, he lets children maul him, he matches the cabinets, and he knows what “out!” means. On the other hand, he whines (yes, really), barfs, leaves half chewed up mice on the mat, and is a doofus. Okay, I mostly hate him. But I am nice to him, except for the name calling which doesn’t appear to be affecting his mental health.
The Fuzz eyes a tasty snack. But he better not try it.
What a dork.
I think the degree to which your hate for the cat rises is proportional to the number of years that same cat will live. The cats invented that law.
I wanted a black cat and I had planned to name it Music. After a got my black cat and named it Music, I found out that it did sing.
well, I think Fuzz looks cool! Have you ever heard of Norm Hacking? He’s a FANTASTIC children’s musician and he has a great album called “Orange Cats Make the Very Best Friends”.
This one’s for you, Fuzz…
http://www.normhacking.com/l_orangecats.html