FOZZI    (April 1994 - 22nd March 2004)

Fozzi was recently diagnosed with an extremely aggressive Lymphoma which had spread to his brain causing him to become confused and disorientated. He started fitting so the decision was taken to put to him to sleep to prevent any further suffering.

Sleep well Fozz.

Let me introduce myself, I'm Fozzi and I'm the oldest of the gang. I am the result of a Persian Mum and a local tomcat Dad (identity unknown) and I was born in 1994 at Helpston, Peterborough which is also the birthplace of the poet John Clare.

My claim to fame being that I'm an absolute wizard at catching moles, so if there are any cats out there whose humans are keen gardeners I am more than willing to pass on any tips - useful or otherwise!!

Mum tells me that I'm brain-dead which does have it's advantages - I just pretend that I don't know what I'm doing and get away with just about everything. One thing I never get away with though is bullying Pepsi. Mum gets really angry then and shouts at me to behave.

Currently I am working on my Michael Jackson look which as you may have seen from my photo shows I am turning from black to white on my hind feet, legs and tail. My Vet calls them my Go Faster Stripes - who knows, I may be responsible for a whole new fashion trend.

In Summer I spend most of the daytime resting in the garden and in Winter I can be found curled up on my favourite chair next to the radiator. I do have the occasional mad ten minutes dashing round or practicing my boxing skills with Simba.

I enjoy having a cuddle and can purr for England, Mum says that I've got the loudest purr she's ever heard. I will put up with being brushed but hate being combed and grumble under my breath at grooming time though this has no effect at all 'cos Mum just continues until I look somewhat presentable.