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Old friend, why are you so shy?

Fuzzy arrived unannounced and unashamed. She loitered so long in our back yard, she resided. Amazed at her willingness to abide hours of Rough and Rowdy in a yard full of wild little men with plastic swords inside a trampoline, I thought she was Something. Which is why I am perplexed at her timidity these days.

Dang dogs have made her a nervous wreck, forcing the Fuzz to survive on countertops and washing machines. And she startles and scrams at the slightest movement because her rare entry into the world below is met with obnoxious nipping and chasing. I am empathetic. I don't trust dogs either but tis their way and there is nothing for it.

Or maybe it was her teenage pregnancy. She birthed five kittens under her favorite boy's bed. She left the mess for someone else so I knew then she wasn't a real woman. I was scandalized by her abandonment of the runt but each time I returned him to her brood, she would up and move again, leaving me to agonize over this blind and hungry kitten. My best efforts to revive him proved unsuccessful. The rest of her kittens were safely delivered to loving homes and I had hoped Fuzzy would find comfort in that. If cats consider that sort of thing.

Still, Fuzzy will mew sweetly when she wants to eat and nuzzle a cheek when she wants to love. For all the fuss we see on her account from Freddy, she's really no trouble at all.

But maybe she's nervy because we allowed a six year old to name her while other pets were given dignified names like Hodges or Harriet or Handsome. Though the occasion came too often, we generally don't let children name pets but Fuzzy WAS fuzzy and she settled in instantly with that little man child so there was nothing for it.

Plus, he was the baby and there's nothing for that either.

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