Puffy was the first cat I ever owned.  I got him when I was four years old, the same year my sister was born.  I was allowed to name both my kitten and my sister, so I named my kitten Puffy and my sister Carol.  She has ever since hated that name, and wished that I'd named her Puffy instead.

At the time we thought that Puffy was a persian, but given that he didn't have the cute little smushed in face that persians did and given that he came from a friend's litter, I've since concluded that he was really just a domestic long hair.  Puffy was a pure white cat, and he was very beautiful.

I had Puffy for four years.  When I was eight years old my parents got a divorce and we had to move into an apartment complex that did not accept pets, and so Puffy was taken to the shelter.  I always hoped that he found himself and good and loving forever home, but I know the odds were against it.  It as a very tramatic year for me, to loose my Puffy cat and my father both at the same time.

I do not know if any pictures exist of Puffy.  My mother might have some at home.  I know that at one time there was an old film made of him playing with his catnip mouse, but it's pointless to ask my mother about any of that.  She stills feels guilty about making me give up my cat and gets all hyper and upset when I ask about pictures or even mention him.  Maybe one day when I go visit the old family home I'll root around in the basement and see if I can find anything that might be left.

Until then, you will have to make due with pictures of some of the ceramic Puffies I've collected over the years. 

After all this time, I still have a soft spot in my heart for white, long haired cats, even though I've mostly been owned by house panthers over the years.

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