Evil Familiar
Every evil ruler needs and equally evil familiar. Fuzzy is mine; so called because he was very fuzzy as a kitten. He was born on April 7th 1996. Unfortunately he doesn't like his
name (what with him being a huge and ginger king of the Brighton back gardens,
he didn't think that fuzzy was a suitably 'hard' enough name: the other cats
were making fun of him).
Despite the awful name, he has forgiven me and generously allows me to keep
him company in his house provided he can curl up next to me at night to keep
warm. He is the love of my life:-)
1996
| The little Fuzz-bag in his first weeks of life |  |
| As a kitten with his Sister, Tiger-Lilly before they were cruelly separated. |  |
His moment of glory .. centre spread in Playcat magazine(!!) ... what an old tart! |
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1997
| Hogging the bed (as usual). |  |
| He's a clever boy and always checks my work for me:-) In fact, during my D.Phil. Fuzzy spotted several theoretical and philosophical flaws in my work and suggested ways in which to correct them. Fortunately, what with him being a cat and unable to defend himself, I stole all of his ideas and took the credit (but he did get catnip sweets in exchange). |  |
| His other favourite activity ... looking disgusted when you try to take photographs of him. |  |
1998
| "Oh daddy, there's a funny smell in here ..."). |  |
2000-
| "Oh hello, is that the RSPCA? Oh, yes, it's Fuzzy here, I'd like you to come and save me please because my nasty old daddy keeps trying to put me on a diet ... and I keep telling him, I'm just big boned, but he doesn't listen" |  |
| "Oh I'm so hungry I'm just going to have to eat the dirt from between my claws" |  |
| Or this huge leg of lamb I happened to have found in the kitchen ... |  |
All that eating makes me really tired ... hmmm, this lap looks comfy, think I'll just stick my claws in the nearest pair of testicles and settle down here for a while ... |
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