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You will meet the first me, and the me I am now.

If I have time, I'll introduce you to some of my friends from before and now.

I have just won another award.  My Mom thinks I am the finest piece of fur there is.....PPUUURRRRRRR

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My mom used this picture on a poster when I was stolen from her apartment through the bedroom window.  She thinks the people on the first floor took me and held me hostage for about 1 month.  I was returned, right before she moved to Kentucky.  It was shortly thereafter I got very sick.  I had all my shots.  Even tested for Leukemia and vaccinated against it.  I got it anyway.  None of my friends had the medical care I did and none of them got Leukemia.  So my mom thinks the vaccine gave me the disease.  Anyway, my mom was at work, and something made her come home.  I died in her arms.  She cried for a long time, and I knew I couldn't leave her alone so I came back.

Meet Fluff II - Me

It's not just my looks, although there is an uncanny resemblance, even down to the notch in my right ear, that I got both times from fighting.  I just can't seem to get over being the macho one on the block.  Both times I had my butt kicked so bad I need stitches to keep my tail from falling off.  Now mom makes me stay inside so I won't be able to fight.  My only real problem now is an allergy.  Didn't have one before.  Don't know where it came from, but every two months or so, I start to lose my hair.  I have to go to the vet and get a shot and take some pills.  The pills help a little, but that shot fixes me right now.  Because of the constant hair loss, I look sort of scraggly.  My pretty, sleek, grey coat is kinda lumpy looking. It's not ugly, just different.  Someday maybe they can find out what it is that causes this allergy and fix it permanently.  The vet has always said it is from 1 flea bite, because it always happened in the spring when I was outside.  But now, no fleas to be seen, and always inside, and it happens every 2 months, not just in the spring, so.....maybe it's something else.  Hope they find out what it is.  Not too pleasant walking around without your coat.  Well, I hope you enjoy the pictures from both of my lives.  Hope mom can keep them straight.  Old or new me...LOL...she is pretty good at that though.

This is the original 5 amigos from when my mom and me lived in Delhi

Starting with me, upper right, and going clockwise, Checkers, the only one of us still alive (she lives with my sister, Michele in Ohio), there is Buffy (she sure was a cutie), then RJ (he was my down syndrome buddy - verified by the vet), then  the Big Snowball we called Avalanche (because it was more macho).

This is my sister, Michele, when she was very young.  She is holding Checkers, who still lives with her.  She is  13, and not feeling too good lately.  My sister is going to take Checky to the vet tomorrow to see if something can be done to make her feel better. Hopefully, she is not too sick.

This is Pretty Buffy when she first came to live with us.  Buster, a Japanese Chihuahua, was friends with all of us.  In fact, he thought he was a cat.  When we would jump around the house, on the furniture or appliances, he would follow us.  One day, we were having a blast jumping around in the kitchen, and I think he followed us up on top of the refrigerator.  We jumped off with no problem, but his skinny leg just broke all the way through.  Mom was taking the human kids to school, and Buster waited for her at the door.  What a sight!  Him standing there with his leg just dangling.  Mom took him to the vet right away.  They had to put pins in both bones.  He came home a few days later.  He was doing fine.  They took the pins out, but the new vet at the clinic (not the surgeon) wouldn't put a cast on his leg until it got stronger, and Buster just couldn't help jumping around the house...and it broke again.  This time the vet (surgeon) put permanent pins in those skinny little dog legs.  He did fine until he ran in front of that truck down in Kentucky.  The first one caused no damage, but when he returned home (two days later), he couldn't refuse the run, and the second truck killed him.  We all miss that crazy dog.

This is a very pretty picture of me. I am Fluff II in this picture.  I was still very young here.

Can you see my paw.  I always beg my daddy for food (and he usually gives it to me).  He is so much nicer than the dad I had the first time, when I was Fluff.  This daddy holds me all the time, and pets me, and he lets me sleep with mommy and doesn't complain when my hair (that falls out all the time) gets all over his pillow or in his mouth.  He just laughs and says, "Fluff has been here again."  He is a very nice man and I am glad my mommy married him.  I wasn't too happy at first, and niether was my sister, Michele, but we both learned how nice he is and we both fell in love with him just like Mama did.  I'm glad he's my DAD.

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On my New York City page, see my other family and learn how mom and dad met.

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