Hi everybody! It's Furby! Or should I say it's Furby the Feral Feline? I figured I'd better explain which Furby I am since my Godfather Michael said there's more than one Furby out there. I don't mind there being other cats with my name. I'm sure there's a lot of cat ladies out there named Mama.
I also go by Furby the Feral. That sounds good. Reminds me of William the Conqueror and all of those other famous men with fancy three word titles. My mail comes to me in my legal name of Furby Salmons. If you don't believe me on that one just ask my mailman. Or my neighbor Annie who gets my mail because it's very hard for a cat to open a mailbox. With my luck I'd get a claw hung and be dangling from the mailbox all day long until someone came looking for me. Talk about a NIGHTMARE! That's worse than the one about the giant mouse who lives in the kitchen cabinet. Never mind....
My first website is still under Furby the Feral Feline. It's at http://furbytheferalfeline.shutterfly.com. Mama uses it more than I do to list her stories. Besides, I was running into a LOT of people who can't spell FERAL and I was afraid some people couldn't find me. So now my private site in http://fubythecat.shutterfly.com. I don't think it could be any easier to remember than that. Teeheehee. And I'm still on Facebook under Furby the Feral Feline. PLEASE go there and LIKE me so mama will take down that goofy looking picture she made of me. She won't take it down until I have 5000 friends.
I also have a YouTube under Furbys Halfway House and a Flickr account at http://flickr.com/furbyshouse. Mama is helping me Twitter at furbyshouse. I thought Twitter was about chasing birds but I was wrong!
Gee, I've never known anyone who has as many names as I do who's not running from the law. Catnip is still legal, isn't it?
Mama named me Furby because my earth daddy sent me to her on the day she went to his funeral. He used to have two Furby toys who would wake up in the middle of the night and start talking to each other. They'd go to sleep every night on a shelf right over daddy's bed and about scared the crap out of him a few times. I think mama remembers that every time she says Furby. Mama must have a very good memory of daddy because she says FURBY about a thousand million times a day!
So now that I've gotten that cleared up please go check out all of my sites. Love ya'll!