fluffy, a natural history

really
well, pretty much
Amber here. Many moons ago, in the pre-Internet-explosion days of the early '80s, my college chums put together a group of comic book superheroes (a la "X-Men") called "The Revengers."  They were all taking themselves a bit seriously, so I stepped  in with Fluffy. Following is her biography, as best I can remember it (the '80s had some wild living in 'em, don't let anybody tell ya different).

Our human heroine is Amber W. (not to be confused with Amber M.  Got it?)  A graduate student in psychology, this Amber works nights in the Comparative Psychology lab, minding the animals and tending to things.  The experiment this term has to do with the effects of high bursts of radiation and compounds which may ameliorate the more devastating of those effects. Amber W. imagines she's finding ways to lessen the pain of chemotherapy, a noble and lofty goal (and one which is not strictly a psychological pursuit, but we'll let that pass). One of these compounds is Amber's formula, and she's very excited about trying it out.


One cool April night, passersby remarked on a blinding white light in the psych lab windows. This was not reported, nor even widely considered odd, as the students were well familiar with the normal vagaries of the psych department. In fact, that light seen outside was emitted from deep inside the lab, from a bizarre accident involving a freak burst of radiation and a cat.  The details will never be known, as the only human witness had disappeared.

Only a small, white, fluffy cat remained, immobile in her stark surroundings.


Thus, Fluffy. At first, she was able to switch from kitty to human and back -- though not entirely at her own bidding. The first hint of darker doings came when she developed a fercious addiction to tuna (the withholding of smoked tuna made her positively violent). She also pursued relentlessly fellow Revenger Mouseman until her husband (Wolf, if you can imagine!) asked her to leave. You might say he put the cat out.

Eventually, the two discrete entities merged into one angry pussy. This was FLUFFY--BRINGER OF DEATH, so dubbed when a visiting lover pointed out how her purr had reached frequencies sufficient to destroy resident cockroaches. Also the occasional mourning dove.

Ever the scientist, Fluffy refined her purr, observing and cataloging its effects, until she mastered a PURR WHICH DESTROYS MEN'S SOULS!! (While experimenting, Fluffy ate extremely well, and had enough leftovers to provide her a mischievous hobby: leaving used subjects on random doormats across the city.)


Most comic book heroes fight crime. Fluffy only bothers with Evildoers when she herself is directly threatened. No mortal man can withstand the PURR, nor the big soft round blue eyes, and no immortal man has crossed her path. Mortal women, however, can out-cat her in a heartbeat, and have done! -- explaining why she prefers to pal around with men. It's just safer that way.

Me again. That's just about the story thus far on Fluffy. There used to be a cool comic-type sheet on Fluffy's beginning (in the lab, remember), with some wildly Marvel-y drawings. This has been lost to antiquity, or to husband(s), or both. Sigh. If you're reading this and can draw comic book heroes, I'd love to talk with you. You could be as famous as this modest little page allows!! Plus Fluffy would purr nice and soft for you always.

I'd just like to leave some MAIL, please
I'd just like to go to the HOME PAGE, please.
Can I go back to the FLUFFY page? I'm all interested now.
  This many people would see your art if you drew me a Fluffy! Oh, sure it doesn't look like much now, but...well, gosh, it really doesn't, does it. Hmft. You'll just to tell all your friends to come over here.