The World According to Foggy

"Today is your birthday,
Happy birthday to you..."
--John Lennon of the Beatles, 1968.

Foggy is my female, three-legged cat. She is the only female I currently live with in this world.

Fog believes in a bit of a take charge attitude. The boys (Chum and Guinness) are fearful of her. Guin will taunt her; but the 26 pound Chum cowers at her 8 pound frame.

I think it is an attitude thing.

Foggy has taught me much. She has always belived she has a a certain right of passage compared to the boys, as she has lived with me for 13 years. She is right as I protect her.

Fog believes that life is for comfort as she lounges in front of the third bedroom window or the bed.

Fog believes all doctors are evil.

Fog hates change.

Fog believes in "getting even" as exhibited when Pep was ill last year. During Pep's last night with us, Fog hissed and snarled at her. Oh, poor Foggy does not understand that Karma is a bitch.

Then again, perhaps she does as Pep tormented her endlessly.

Fog believes boys are stupid--as she looks confused with Guinness. She accepts Chumley much more. It does my heart proud to note that she accepts other cats. She is also correct, Chumley is much less maintenence than Guinness and Guinness is a bit too playful for her.

Foggy is fickle. She loves me to death, but avoids me when the other cats are around. foggy expects me to make time for her--which I do.

Foggy, like many of us, hates loud noise.

As Foggy is nearing the twilight of her life, she has perservered as she was abused (some asshole cut off her foot and crushed her arm at a 90 degree angle and broke her pelvis when he/she threw her to the ground). I would like to catch the moron who hurt her; as I promise I would break his arm and his pelvis and destroy his leg.

While dealing with my anger, "Good Old Foggy" would warn me to be more forgiving if she could speak, yet she is no fool.

One of her more enduring traits is that she daily sits by the window and watches the children in the neighborhood go to school. She loves kids.

Fog is the consumate "mother" cat. She often looks at me with a mix of repulsion and humor at Guinness' antics. Sadly, Foggy is a relatively unintelligent cat, but even she knows Guinness is more emotional than intellectual.

Good Old Foggy. Happy 13th birthday old girl. I hope I have made your life better.

You certainly made mine better; it is a Karma thing.