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| This was my oldest "son," Fuzhed....the biggest BRAT you would ever meet, but he was my baby. So...he continued to live to see another day. Some might ask why I let him pee in the washbowl, to which I answered with a straight face, "Better there than on my furnature. Nothing a little bleach won't take care of." | |||||||||||||
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| Yea, Fuz can be the world's biggest BRAT sometimes...but how can I be mad at him all the time when he is this cute? I love him so much...as I have since he came to me and stole my heart as a two-week old ball of grey fluff in early September of '89. | |||||||||||||
| Please read this tribute to my beloved Fuz, my son. | |||||||||||||
| ~Back to the Front~ | |||||||||||||