Sometimes we call him Joe-Joe. Also: Monster, Beasty, and Ninja. He's Mister Foo and Master Foo. Wash. Wasburn. He has mad squirrel skills. He can jump vertically, hanging in midair to meet you eye to eye. He bathes himself more than any cat I've ever known. Maria says he has fishy breath. He has a deep meow, and a powerful purr motor.
And when I need to laugh, to feel light, I look to Mister Washburn Foo. When I want to point the finger, for any mess or chaos, Mister Foo bears it well. He loves on me. He appalls me. He amuses me. He stays beside me and takes away some of the hard bits that life carries. Everyone should have a Foo of one kind, or another.