Fozzie Bear

Maine Coon/Breed Unknown
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Home:Ossining, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 26 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 16 lbs.

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Foz, The Bear, Bear Bear, Big Sweety, Meep Mrrp

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat

Going outside on my harness, eating carpet fribbies, love sessions from my mother, chin scratches, kiwi, free bathing services from Shaz

Rainy days and cold days (because I can't go outside on my harness), hardwood and tile floors ('cause they're cold on my tootsies)

Favorite Toy:
Straws and anything that looks like a straw, cat dancer, the purple fabric ribbon

Favorite Nap Spot:
Cuddling on the living room couch with Ayla, my heated bed (the "bear cave")

Favorite Food:
Anything my mother and father are having and Friskies soft treats (even though I'm not supposed to have them)

I give my mother and father leg massages when I beg for food--they like that.


Arrival Story:
One day in September 2003, this very nice lady (my mother) saw my bright green eyes glowing in my dark cage at the shelter. She picked me up, gave me a hug, and said sweet-sounding things to me. She brought my future father to see me a few days later. When they found out I was 13 years old and had been in the shelter for over a year, they took me home that very day.

I'm on a special diet because I get crystals in my urine. I also have arthritis in my back and hind legs, but I get cosequin supplements every day, so I can jump up on most of the furniture. When I shake my head, my front paws come off the ground. I like to run when I'm feeling goosy, but it's more like hopping because of my arthritis, and my mother and father laugh because I look like a giant black bunny rabbit.

Lives Remaining:
5 of 9

Forums Motto:
When's dinner?

The Groups I'm In:
Black Beauties

I've Been On Catster Since:
August 12th 2004 More than 12 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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AylaShazamBoo Radley

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Life is Grand

There's a Tree in the House!

December 12th 2004 7:48 am
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My mother is the best in the world! She bought me a tree! Can you believe it? It's not a real tree, but I don't care. I'm going to try to eat it anyway. I got so excited when she was unpacking it from the box that I started running. I ran out of the room, then I ran back in. Then I ran out of the room again, and then I ran back in. Then I got tired so I sat next to the box and watched her take each of the pieces into the living room. I sat underneath the tree as she put it together, and when she was spreading its branches I started to chew on the ones I could reach. Plastic. Yum! Then I got in trouble and she shooed out of the room. No problem. I'll get another taste when she and father are sleeping . . .


Those darn hurricanes!

September 29th 2004 8:52 am
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It rained yesterday--again!! The remnants of all those darn hurricanes keep coming through, which means I don't get to go outside. Mother actually let me go outside on my harness when it was raining once. I didn't like it and I ran right back into the house. I think she was trying to teach me a lesson. It worked--I don't ask to go outside when it rains anymore. But it's not raining today . . .


MY Street - Scram!

September 24th 2004 1:00 pm
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Yesterday, mother took me for a walk on my harness. I like to walk up the street and explore the neighborhood. Well, I got a little tired and my feet were hurting a bit, so I decided to take a little rest in the middle of the street in front of our next-door neighbor's house. Suddenly this orange cat appeared and started walking down the street toward us. My ears pricked and the tip of my tail started to twitch. I recognized him as Sanford, the smug outdoor cat who lives next door and is always sauntering through my yard. Sanford stopped in front of his driveway and pretended to bathe himself. "No problem," I said in cat language. Then, the little whipper snapper got up and started walking right at me. The gall! I started to howl at him over and over to keep his distance--"AAAOOOWW . . . AAAOOOWW . .. . AAAOOOWW!" Can you believe it? He turned sideways and puffed out his body and tail to make himself look big and scary! That was it--I'd had it. I sprung into action and chased Sanford into his driveway, dragging poor mother behind me. You should have seen him run--it was a splendid sight! I wanted to teach him a lesson and chase him into his backyard, but mother wouldn't let me. Humpf! Oh, well. Instead, I'll bask in the knowledge that I rule the street--even though I'm not an outdoor cat.

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