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BOOGUMBO

Je suis Boogumbo. I live 100% in the house except for June and July OF 1998 when I ran outside in a blithering panic during a furniture delivery. I nearly starved to death. When Mommy found me again, 24 days later, she put me in the hospital where I had to stay for two days and a night while they injected fluid into my veins and tested me for diseases. I hated going to the hospital! I hate vets! Hate hate hate!!! Almost as much as I hate being force-fed medicine and nutritional supplents.

Before I lived on the street, I was the Fred Astaire of cats -- suave, debonaire and affable to everyone. Now I have learned to be self-assertive. Mommy calls it "obnoxious." She now calls me "Little Mr. Putz-Head." What is a putz-head, I wonder. Excuse me while I go harass Beulah. It is so much fun to make her screech. I wonder what the word "asshole" means. Sometimes Mommy calls me that, too. Maybe it's my name.

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 DIED TRAGICALLY OF HEART FAILURE ON 5/1/04

HE IS MUCH MISSED! Angels sing thee to thy rest, precious little licorish angel. I hope to see you again someday.