Christmas is also my birthday. I suppose it's a sort of "official" birthday. It's the day when my "life" with my humans started: when Mikki gave me to Andrew. That was in 1992. I will be 19 this year. They keep teasing me that I'm getting old and losing my fur. 19 may be old for a real cat but surely it's nothing for a well cared for and loved toy (isn't it?).
My first picture was taken on December 26, 1992 and the second one in August this year.
The way I see it, this just shows that I am a well loved Figaro. It also means I am a one and only. It's like Woody having a stitched shirt and Andy's name on the sole of his boot. I am me. I am unique. Everyone knows it is me they meet in Walt Disney World. Accept No Imitations.
And not having lots of hair makes one look so distinguished - don't you think, Andrew?
It also means nobody need feel any hesitation in picking me up and cuddling me. .
I am Figaro the Disney cat. No, I am a toy of Figaro the cat who first appeared in "Pinocchio". I live in Lincolnshire (UK) with my two humans, Andrew and his wife Mikki. I visit WDW and other Disney parks whenever I can persuade them to take me.
I have been with Andrew and Mikki since 1992 when Mikki found me in the Disney Store in Liverpool (England) and gave me to Andrew as a Christmas present.