Last summer, I made a new friend. My cat Daisy that lived outside gave birth one
day to four adorable little kittens. We knew she was pregnant but we were hoping by the
time she was ready she would use safe place we had prepared for her and the kittens.
Instead of using the box we had set up, Daisy went and had the kittens under a
neighbor's house. We knew this because their dogs wouldn't stop barking at what was
under the house. About five weeks later, Daisy appeared in front of our house with the
four kittens. Daisy was a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat with emerald green eyes,
and her kittens were white, grey and brown. We cared for her and the kittens and soon
had all of them litter trained and eating cat food. One of the cats in particular was very
loud mouthed and demanded attention from his mother by swatting at her tail and
meowing non-stop. He was a grey kitten with very soft fur like a chinchilla, and bright
green eyes. He was also the most friendly of all the kittens. Everybody fell in love with
the little grey cat, especially me, being a cat lover.
For a few months I would watch the grey kitten play outside, chasing the other
kittens and killing bugs. Soon I decided I just had to have him. It was pretty hard to think
of a name for him, I searched cat name websites and tried thinking of my own to no
avail. One day, I asked my boyfriend Timmy what he thought the kitten should be
named. He said "Fuzz", because he was so fluffy and soft. I decided that was the
perfect name instantly. When Fuzz was old enough, I took him inside the house and
introduced him to my older, much larger Flame Point Siamese cat, Tipper that thought
he was king of the house. He treated Fuzz like he was a nuisance, and didn't want to be
bothered by a foolish little kitten. Fuzz didn't care though, he just kept chasing tipper
and biting his tail like Tipper was his new mom. I kept Fuzz and my mom told me I
would be responsible for feeding him and changing his litter. Every day when I came
home from school my room would be trashed because Fuzz had been playing in my
room. I would find his toys scattered everywhere and my things, too. I didn't mind
though, because Fuzz was just a kitten and wanted to play.
I trained him with a spray bottle of water, and every time he and Tipper started
fighting I sprayed them both. Fuzz got sprayed at least ten times a day, and he didn't
like it at all. Fuzz needed a bath from being outside, and my mom and I did it together.
That day I learned to never, ever give him a bath again. Fuzz meowed as loud as he
could and cried, trying to get out. All cats do this, but Fuzz was special. He made the
biggest ordeal out of it as he could, and the sounds he was making were so sad he
sounded like he was dying. I couldn't take it anymore, and I took him out of the tub
before the bath was even finished. Fuzzy certainly is a special cat.
The next six months of his life were just as hyperactive and destructive as before,
And we thought him and Tipper would never get along. The time came for Fuzz to get
neutered, and we brought him to the vet one sad day. I was worried because he was so
tiny he wouldn't survive the anesthesia. Luckily, Fuzz was fine the next day and we
went to bring him home. Fuzz had to stay in the carrier for the rest of the night, because
the surgery made him dizzy and weak. When my parents went to the Vet they got a free
bag of cat food from the Vet and brought Fuzz home. I wanted to take him out of the
carrier because he was meowing and sticking his paws through the cage, but I couldn't.
The next day Fuzz was ready to go. We let him out of the cage and soon he was
running around just like before. Fuzz healed quickly and soon his wounds were gone.
After being neutered, Fuzz became more laid-back and him and Tipper go along better.
Now Fuzz is the perfect cat because he sleeps most of the day and doesn't make a lot
messes, except when he knocks over his water dish, and him and Tipper are like
brothers now and are always playing, fighting, cuddling, and cleaning each other. Fuzz spends
his time watching TV and playing with his toy mice, and waiting for his mommy to come
home every day so I can pet and play with him and Tipper.
1) Daisy was a beautiful black and white tuxedo cat with emerald green eyes, and
her kittens were white, grey and brown
2) He was a grey kitten with very soft fur like a chinchilla, and bright green eyes