Dis-integration

What are any of us, but the sum of our parts?

Here are a few of the many facets of Fudgepants:

There is the old frankenfoot. Yep, you read that right.


Take a gander at the job she did snacking on some stitches from a surgery to remove a small growth from her back leg. Since she found it necessary to suck them down like spaghetti noodles, we were fortunate to pay for the stitches twice. Hence the scarring, and my bitterness over not being able to buy Britney Spears concert tickets that week.



Truffles also has a gorilla belly.


Similar in appearance, scale and smell, it's undeniably gorilla.




Finally, there is the monkey lip.



She hangs that thing out there for all to see if she is excited, engaged in deep thought (about food, no doubt) or if you have asked her about;

a. her gorila belly, or
b. her frankenfoot

This is where the real party starts. In a show of appreciation for these unique characteristics, we have devised a tune that incorporates and pays homage to all three in succession.

Truffles: That's all I can take people. I flat out lose it and start panting, shaking my tail like Monica Lewinsky at the inaugural ball. I'm not wired to sit still after hearing a song about my parts. Must be the bloodlines.

Sola: Must be the cat litter on your breath.

Author: That is another story unto itself. Until we get to that, we will continue to marvel at the joy that is Truffles.

And sing about it.