The Fuzzbutts-The Friendless Losers companions in solidarity Part 1.

Ah animals, the best way to have companionship while escaping from actual human interaction. Let me introduce the group. Meet them, love them...or don't, who cares.

Calvin-King of the Cats

Calvin (a.k.a El Nino) was adopted from the Toronto Humane Society way back in 2001, y'know back when they were still considered good and not the evil cesspool of a shelter they are now considered. He is a benevolent and just ruler, keeping the cat kingdom here in line with his sturdy guidance and calm leadership. He is also just plain awesome and the best cat eva! He's 8. He's Black. He's cool!


Hobbes-The Shy Queen

Hobbes is Calvin's litter mate. She holds the place of Queen Cat in the house solely due to Calvin's devotion to her. She is a shy, somewhat terrified cat. Despite the fact she's been with me since she was 8 weeks old and has never seen abuse in her life she still runs in terror when approached and cries like she's being murdered when she is picked up. I love her to death but there are days when I could just ring her throat for being so ridiculous. She is also 8, and is a Domestic Medium hair Brown Tabby with white. The names came from an ex-boyfriend, he hated cats and only agreed to me getting them if he could pick the names.

Blossom-Fatty Fatty Fat Fat

Blossom is a whopping 28 pounds of cat! And she's mean. And and she has extra toes (polydactyl), all the better for scratching you with my dear. I adopted Blossom 2 months after C&H, but she came from the O.S.P.C.A. in Newmarket (which are coincidentally the people who shut down THS). She stomps around the house like an angry hippo, scowling at those her look her way. She's also done a nice job of shredding the wood in most of the doorways in my house. Bitch. She's also 8, and an orange (red, thank you special) tabby. I didn't pick her name, she was already called that and I couldn't come up with a better one for her.

Gizabella- The New Cat

She wasn't meant to be a permanent addition. She was one of many foster cats I've had this year. A little gray thing with four equally little gray things attached to her, she was found in a taped shut box at the side of the road. She had this wonderfully calm demeanor and I've always loved gray cats. When her kittens were old enough to go up for adoption I returned her to work with them, but after a few sleepless night I decided it was time to bring her home. Of course, once freed from her kittens she truly blossomed-into a monster! This might be the neediest kitten I've ever met, definatley the neediest in Ontario, if not the whole of Canada. I've had her for a few weeks now, we'll see how she settles in eventually. She's about 8 months old. So far the only one who can tolerate her is Calvin. She is named after Grizabella the Glamor Cat from ALW's Cats.


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