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| Name: |
Fooey
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Age: |
One year old
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| Gender: |
Male
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Kind: |
Domestic Long Hair
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| Home: |
East Greenbush, New York, USA
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Baby
Foo-Foo was born on April 13, 2002. He was seven months old at the
time the picture was taken. I was pet sitting for his family while they
were vacationing. They have three cats that I needed to care for. One
of the cats, Oreo, was pregnant and I was told that she might give birth
while I was taking care of them. Well, on my second day of the job, I
entered the house and did not see Oreo. This was strange because Oreo
is the kind of cat that greets you at the door. So, I knew something
was up. I suspected that she had given birth and set out to locate her.
I finally found her and her newly born kittens in one of the closets.
It was an amazing experience, to be there with Oreo and her babies.
After visiting them twice a day for a week, I just knew that my
boyfriend, Ted, and I had to have one of the kittens when they were old
enough. We did not have a preference at the time - they were all so
cute. Well, we did want a boy, so that narrowed it down. As the
kittens got older and the boys and girls were identified, we decided to
take "the black and white one." I fell in love with him instantly.
We could not decide on a name. Ted and I tossed around names but
nothing really stuck. Then one day, I just started to call him "Baby
Foo-Foo" and it just seemed to fit. He also has many nicknames ... The
Fooster, The Foomeister, my little Fu-Man-Chu, Fooey-Fooey or just plain
Foo.
He is such a lovable little guy. There is an extra special bond between
him and me. I am convinced that because I was the first human to touch
him, he remembered my scent and thinks of me as his mom. Every
single time I come home, he walks over to greet me and cries to be
picked up. As I am bending down to pick him up, he lifts up his little
arms to meet me half way. I then hold him up to my chest and he
instantly starts to purr. Before long he is kneading on my neck as he
sucks the fur on his arm. Very strange, but very sweet. Like I said,
we go through this "ritual" every single time I come home. I love it!
I am completely obsessed with my little Fooey. Since the day we brought
him home, everything is about the Fooster. I think I drive my family
and friends nuts...I always talk about him! It must be true love!
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