FuFuzzy started hanging around the yard in mid-summer 2003.  It took me quite a while to work on my original page for him because from the very beginning, his appearances made for a difficult situation.  Never had we ever had such an aggressive, territorial cat show up before as this one.  We'd been through the outdoor territorial wars through the years between our Bridge Babies Eddie and Black Cat and later, Eddie and GC -- but the arrival of Fuzzy took the meaning of male cat aggression to new heights we had never seen before.      When this black, scruffy tomcat first showed up, I immediately noticed the dirty flea collar nearly imbedded into his neck.  I quickly cut it off and then fed him - he was just so hungry.  For the next few weeks, sometimes he would show up just sporadically for breakfast and supper.  We finally decided that if he would be hanging around, then he would be bound by the same rules and regulations as all the Bilbrey kitties, meaning that being neutered would be the first order of business for him.  And so it was done.  I brought him home later that day, a black, furry and scrawny guy.....it wasn't long after that day that his aggressive side really surfaced towards our other outdoor guys.  We could not manage to get his aggression and fierce demeanor under control.        But all it took to find the kinder, gentler side of the Fuzzard was for a scared little kitten (PK)  to one day appear on the scene as another homeless furbaby.   PK had no fear of Fuzzy and would rub up against him, batting at him, wanting to play as all kittens do.  Fuzzy's aggressive side never emerged with her; instead, he took  her under his wing and let her sleep next to him, play with him and share his food.  We were amazed at the transformation in him and it carried over to his interaction with the other cats.  For a long time before we lost this big guy, he just showed no more inclination for fighting.   He loved Rodger picking him up and stroking him while being held securely in his arms.  His favorite lounging place was on the swing in front of house and he leaped up every morning when I would spread a clean towel for him to lay on.  Many times PK would join him, snuggling up right next to him.      Sometime during the night of May 31, 2005, Fuzzy went to the Rainbow Bridge. Journey to the Bridge  explains in detail what we theorize must have happened.  As with GC, I miss this black furry guy tremendously and again,  feel such guilt at not being able to provide him with the safe haven he so deserved.    He should have been with us for so  many years to come.....