Wednesday, August 3, 2011


                                                                                Boris Fuller (Boz) 2004 - 1/08/2011

Cats are spoilt self centred egotists who only do what they do whenever they feel like doing it. All the love and affection that emanates from them is wholly for their own gratification. A canine bends over backwards to please his or her male and female companions and after only basic training will obey requests and commands from them, where as a feline will either completely ignore you, or say,
"E-Mail me, I'm busy."

Back in the 1950's and into the 60's I was blessed to be the master of what was the smartest dog I have ever known, the legendary Tojo. During the 70's there was the devoted labrador Casey. For most of my life I have always been a lover of animals and since marrying my good wife Gabi during 1972 pussy cats have taken over as the favoured pet. Throughout the years there have been more than several furry felines who were part of our family and were loved, despite their tendency to be quite self centred most of the time.

However, during January 2008 we saved from certain death a black and white bitza tom cat and adopted him as a member of the family.
It did not take Gabi and I long to realise he was unlike any other cat and behaved in a manner that would or could not be regarded as typical or normal for an average feline.

Flea ridden, undernourished, with cat flu and a broken leg.
He would have been born towards the end of 2004 and Gabi and I assumed he must have been a kiddies Xmas present. Cats are only cute kittens for a relatively short period of time and even before he reached his first birthday he was cast out onto the streets to fend for himself.
When he was around 10 months old he was confronted by our fluffy golden boy Fritz who objected to him eying off our tan and white neutered female Jink. It was a standoff that ended with no fisticuffs, but lots of name calling. When Fritz, who was always a troublemaker, was given to a couple several houses away and we purchased Dinah to keep Jink company, our street urchin began regular visits to keep in touch with both girls. It became obvious that all he desired was company and the girls appeared to more than just tolerate him.

For almost three years his visits became quite regular and any other tom that made an appearance had the living tripe belted out of him. Most of his days were spent hanging out with and sleeping with the girls and during the evenings he was out and about defending his territory. In the latter half of 2007 Gabi began feeding him and named him Boris. She set up a soft bed for him in my workshop and he began to sleep there more often than not. He still would not allow Gabi or me to approach him as he simply did not trust anyone, God only knows what he had been subjected to during those three lonely years.

His one true love, the Goddess Jink.

Still a little unsure, but adapting to domestic life.
The summer of 07-08 was a stinker. During January 2008 the temperature was in the 40's and Boris the tom had been snoozing under the shadeclothed arbour in our backyard. The heat had got to him, he left his chair and flopped onto the concrete that was so hot you could fry an egg on it. He was panting and crying for relief and for the first time he approached Gabi and I wanting to be picked up. I still believe he was only minutes away from certain death. Gabi picked him up and carried him into the house where the Air-Con and some water and milk revived him within a very short time. We began feeding him on the back landing with the door open and after only two days he entered the house to check everything out. Although this was his first excursion inside, he found the two kitty litter trays in the laundry and made a deposit in one of them without spilling one grain of litter onto the floor. He decided everything was to his liking and fell asleep at Gabi's feet before moving in permanently. He awoke right on teatime and joined the girls in the laundry for dinner. Our two females outwardly appeared to accept him as a family member.

As for Boris, he fell head over heels in love with his goddess Jink.
The only hiccup in our relationship with him was when we took him to the Vet for a complete checkup and had him nicked and popped, so to speak. When we picked him up after the dirty deed had been done, the look on his face said it all,
"What the f... have you done to me?"
After two days of non stop sleeping, all was forgiven and he was ready and rearing to commence his new found life of luxury.

All those years of hard knocks had hardened him, he stank to high heaven, his cheeks were ticket punched with bite and scratch marks, his fur felt like steel wool, his breath was horrendous and he had no idea what playing was. Every now and then Jink would give his face a few love taps then run sideways away from him, hoping he would chase her, but at first he did not understand, but after noticing our young Dinah behaving like a demented whirling dervish while playing with Jink and/or her toys, memories of his childhood must have been recalled. Within two months of being spoilt rotten, he had regained his self respect and he transformed himself into a spotlessly clean, sweet smelling and extremely well groomed gentleman. For the first time since infancy he remembered that there was more to life than fighting and he began to behave almost like a kitten........Ah! at last, Nirvana. 

"This beats the garage.  I'm not minding this.  One question though, what happened to my cods?"
At times one could be forgiven for thinking he was a dog, as quite often when told to do something, he obviously understood and would do it immediately.......very un-catlike. I am convinced he realised how fortunate he was to be rescued from his hard and lonely former life and how much he was loved by Gabi and I and in appreciation at every opportunity, he returned that love with no strings attached while at the same time never failing to make us laugh out loud at his antics.

Boris attached himself to Gabi and followed her everywhere like a drover's dog, as for me, he still was not convinced. As you can see this did not last for too long and for the first time in my life I had a cat who had grown to adore me and who I was able to bond with. He was the first cat to love me as much as he loved Gabi.

Boris could not believe his luck when his Goddess would snuggle up for a nap.

Like most cats he learnt how to pose and look his cutest.

"Mums up, quick all spread out before she gets back."

It's all go.

The end result.  Complete and utter contentment.

For just under 4 years we were overjoyed with his presence. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever imagine a common moggie could affect us the way he did. Maybe it was because of the hard life during those early years, maybe it was the way he appeared to be all the time grateful for everything, or it could have been the way he adapted to the comforts of domestic life when adopted. Whatever it was, Gabi and I saw to it that,what turned out to be his last 4 years, were all he ever could have imagined. All he ever wanted was to be part of a family and to be loved.

His wish came true, he found his loving family, complete with two spoilt females and for the first time in his life, a place of safety, where he ended up being spoilt rotten. Despite this, not once did he ever take a single solitary thing for granted, he was grateful for every little thing that came his way and we loved him for it and he returned that love with compound interest. There was nothing insincere or patronising about his affection for Gabi and I, or his two girlfriends, he idolised us all. He would hardly ever cease talking to the two of us in squeaks and chirrups and quite often would sing love songs to Jinkie. The average cat simply does not behave in this manner and this is what made him so unique, loving and special.

Sunday evening he was playing with his toys and swinging on his cat scratcher, showing off as usual, life was pretty good. At bedtime Gabi was joined by all three moggies and when I arose at 5:30 am there they were all snuggled up together....what a life. Along with the two girls he was fed his breakfast by Gabi at 5:45 am Monday 1st. August. He entered the living room at 6:00am, gave me a rub and meowed a greeting, commenced to take up his position in front of the gas heater, then suddenly collapsed onto the rug and died instantly. He was only 2 months or so short of his 7th birthday.

What caused this to happen? Who knows, at least he went quickly in an instant,with no trauma preceding the tragedy, or knowledge of what was about to transpire. His last three and a half years were full of life's comforts, with regular and tasty meals, along with a whole range of sleeping options that he took full advantage of. He loved his two female companions and he most certainly loved Gabi and I and demonstrated it on a daily basis. He seemed to understand from day one what the two posted cat scratcher was for and loved to show off on it at every opportunity. His only mistake was defending the girls and his territory with way too much dedication and in doing so brought about his demise years earlier than it should have occurred. Gabi predicted what would happen if we could not prevent him from belting the living tripe out of any tom foolish enough to take him on, sadly she was right.

He's gone and as I type the tears are streaming down my cheeks and although they will eventually cease, the memories of him will never be forgotten.

Thank you Boz, it was a delight and indeed an honour to have known you for the all too short period of your life and to be held in such high esteem by you. Be assured little fellow, we thought as much of you as you did of us.

God bless you little mate, you were truly one in a billion. 

Footnote:   One of the stray toms who started to appear on the odd occasion was a grey tabby who, although larger than Boris, would have the living tripe belted out of him by the wonder cat. Like Boz he had just about every ailment that could afflict a feline and when we lost our favourite boy, this grey ghost seemed keen to keep our two spoiled girls company.
Unlike Boris was in the beginning, this new stray was only too happy to be patted and picked up by Gabi, who had begun to feed him. Before we or he knew it, he was in the cat cage and down to the vet he went for a complete check up and returned home minus his cods.........ouch!

No one will ever be able to replace Boz, but there has now been an addition to the Fuller family...................Buster.



Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Pogo's World Tour of Avalon

Throughout the years Scottish comedian Billy Connolly has appeared in many first class and top rating travelogues and documentaries. He has taken his viewers around the globe and has shown what a wonderful and sometimes wacky world we live in.

In his World Tour of Scotland he included what he regarded as a highlight and important part of his colorful and busy life, that involved visiting many of the worlds nations as a comedian and travel guide. This highlight, that he was able to recall with remarkable clarity, involved horizontal folk dancing, or putting it simply, was when he lost his innocence with a local lassie.

If my memory is correct, I think it took at least 3 one hour programs before he finally reached the exact spot where he hit the jackpot and when doing so, although extremely excited, he was also disappointed that the original landmarks were no longer present. However it seemed to him that the actual site should be declared heritage listed.

Whilst not contributing as much to my fellow man as the highly talented Mr. Connolly has done and although not leading such an eventful life as he has been blessed with leading, nevertheless I had my moments when life became more than just something special. Please, do not for a moment think that what follows, involves gratuitous sex and the like, because it simply doesn't, but back in late 1960 or possibly early 1961, a fairly shy and highly inexperienced 17 year old male virgin who had been rejected, suddenly and unexpectedly experienced the highlight of his life.

I may not have the ability to entertain large or small audiences, but I have been able to retain a strong and accurate memory of what took place all those years ago and I can assure you that I regard the significance and importance of what transpired just as highly as Billy Connolly did with his teenage experience.


EARLY 1961

Surveying the beach and surf from the club's upper deck, I noticed a pretty, long haired brownette  who I had never seen before with some of the local girls. After making inquiries I was told she was out of my class and to simply avoid her as she would eat me for breakfast. I was later informed by one of the younger members that she was the daughter of a local millionaire and wouldn't have anything to do with the likes of me.
Around 11 am. I returned to shore on my surf ski and was informed by young Denise that there was someone who was dying to meet me. Much to my surprise it was my mystery girl, whose name I am ashamed to admit I forgot over 45 years ago. She was sun baking with several of the local fillies clad in what I recall to be a Mitchell blue colored one piece cozzie. Introductions were forthcoming and for the next 30 minutes or so this gorgeous creature and my good self rabbited on and on. It was obvious she had a low regard of the beach at Avalon and more so in regard to the surf club members. I had never met a girl like her, she frightened me as she was extremely street wise and appeared to be much, much more sophisticated and experienced than I was ever going to be. Eventually I said my goodbyes and left, visibly shakened.

Around 2pm. that afternoon I was chatting with a surf club mate in front of the clubhouse. Jim was still training for his bronze medallion and as I was passing on to him what I believed to be useful information, Denise and one of her attractive female companions arrived and struck up a conversation. It appears I had made a huge impression on my mystery girl and was invited by her to attend a party she was throwing at her house that evening. As her parents were overseas in New York, this party was expected to be something out of the ordinary. Jim showed an interest in attending, so the two of us spruced up and later on that day, we arrived at the venue around 7:30pm.

Upon arrival, our hostess greeted me with a big hug and sloppy kiss on the lips and when introduced to Jim, she shook his hand. After being introduced to many of those present and conveniently forgetting their names within seconds of the introduction, I became fascinated with the house and those within it. I had never been inside such a state of the art dwelling and the 50 or so people there were a complete cross section of society and were definitely not the class of people I felt at ease mixing with. Despite being much more sophisticated than my feral self, some of these well to do and highly educated folk saw to it that a strip poker game got underway in one of the sitting rooms. This enabled me, from time to time, to keep abreast (what a suitable and appropriate word) of the latest fashions in female underwear and lingerie........Phew!!                                   


Jim and our hostess disappeared early in the evening and when I found them outside on the patio, it was obvious they did not want to be disturbed. I was given the brush off on at least two more occasions and soon after wards Jim insisted he had not asked for what had happened and offered to back off if I wanted him too. Even though I was more than mildly cheesed off with the situation, I outwardly put on a brave front and told Jim to go for it. I did not want to be any ones second choice. I decided to drink up all her liquor, or at least put a huge dent in her supply, whilst paying close attention to the poker game that was now in full swing......Triple Phew!!!

When the mystery girl's cat entered the room, Jim reacted by uncontrollably coughing and violently sneezing.......he was allergic to cats and their fur. Puss was thrown outside and the party goers were advised under penalty of death not to let it in again. There was however one despicable creature who, on at least 4 occasions insisted on letting it in unobserved. 

Pogo's best mate.
Poor Jimbo was forced to leave the party before 11pm. with me openly attempting to ease his about hypocritical. No sooner had he departed, I started making not so subtle moves on our shattered hostess, but my presence was not appreciated and it was made clear to me that any interest in me had completely evaporated. For the following 45 minutes or so, she vanished and no one had the foggiest idea what had become of her. Some however, including myself, believed she may have been visiting Jim down at the surf club.

Strolling down a corridor chatting to two young couples, I noticed a door that was ajar off to my left. There was a light on in the room, so I pushed open the door and entered. It was a large bedroom with a huge king sized bed flanked by bedside tables with both lamps alight. There sitting up in bed reading a book was our missing goddess. 

She sat up rather startled by our sudden appearence and took my breath away by doing so. The  jacket she had on opened to reveal her sleeping attire underneath. She happened to be  wearing an absolutely beautiful and extremely sexy pastel pink negligee. The five of us sat around the edge of the bed and began inquiring why was she here in the bedroom and not raging with the rest of the rabble.

She made it quite clear that our presence was not appreciated and there was an immediate rush for the door, but she asked me to wait a moment. When the others had left, she told me to close the door and insisted that none of what she had said was directed at me. She apologized for her outburst and informed me that she had lost interest in the party and wanted me to hustle everyone out of the house as soon as possible. She wanted me to inform the party goers that she was ill and forced to go to bed and suggested some of her close friends should be able to assist me in emptying out the house. By 12:45am. the ragers had all gone. I re entered the bedroom to inform her of such and was congratulated and thanked by her for my efforts.
She then wanted me to be, in her words, a real darling and turn off all the house lights and make us both a mug of hot chocolate and bring them into the bedroom.
After this was accomplished, I sat on the end of the large bed and the two of us began chatting away about God only knows what, with her sitting upright in the middle of the bed. Never at any time was there the slightest hint that an invitation to stay the night was going to be forthcoming. My heart and another important part of my body sank when, around 2am. she suggested I head for the surf club for a good nights sleep. Once again I was forced to put on a brave front and attempted to make light of the situation by stating that she had used me to do her dirty work and now she was turfing me out. Her reply was that no one was being turfed out and if I was to get a good nights sleep, the surf club would be by far the best place for that. She then added that if I stayed the night, I would not be getting a single solitary wink of sleep. Dear, sweet and innocent little thing that I was, I asked her, "What did you have in mind?" She ruffled her hair, causing it to fall in wavy ringlets, then pushed down the cover and sheets, moved to the side of the bed, sat with her feet on the floor and patted the bottom sheet next to her side, making it crystal clear where she wanted me to be. Not one word was spoken.
That aforementioned important part of me suddenly rose to the occasion almost immediately in anticipation of what was hopefully about to transpire. At the same time, I must admit I was also terrified.

"What did you have in mind?" Can't believe I said that.....What a wanker.
From this point on, many authors would describe in vivid detail what transpired, but for me to do so could and would be perceived to be simply vain bragging and boasting. It was midnight on Sydney Harbor New Years Eve for the next few hours, with more than just fireworks exploding. I merely did what I was told and at times was inspired to be almost as creative as she was. Suffice to say I was taken to heights never before attained and the only thing that was not a part of this trip to Nirvana was sleep, who needed it? Eventually however, exhaustion got the better of her and shortly afterwards she did fall asleep on me.......... I didn't complain.

I was on patrol that Sunday morning and I was forced to tear myself away, after she told me she would meet me on the beach between 12 noon and 1pm. Although physically exhausted, life never seemed so worth while and never had any morning felt anywhere near as exhilarating or satisfying as the one I was now experiencing as I jogged towards the beach.


On patrol that morning, Jim noticed me and inquired where had I slept that evening. I asked him,"Why do you want to know?"
He answered,"You never slept in the club or on the beach,did you?"

"No," I answered,"I spent the night somewhere else." The broad smile on my face had to be the giveaway.
"Tell me you didn't Pogo," he almost sobbed. "Tell me you didn't."
"I'm afraid I did," I truthfully informed him.
"That should have been me you know," he said.
I agreed with him by saying,"I know, but you had to leave early and someone had to fill in for you." What a loyal and unselfish human being I was.
When I was asked what was she like, I could not think of adequate words to describe the effect she had on me, the only word that came to mind was, "Sensational."
As he began to wander off to commence his Bronze training he frowned and said,"You bastard Pogo, you bastard." I've often wondered how he would have reacted if ever he discovered who the despicable creature was who kept on letting the cat in ..........All's fair in love and war and my lips are sealed.

My dream girl and/or personal trainer never turned up that day, nor on the following weekend, but during the Sunday of the next weekend she appeared on the beach with all the local girls and we had what was a rather uneasy conversation as I was with another of the local females who that day ended up becoming my partner for the following 18 months.

My girlfriend to be seemed almost shocked to learn that this exceptional stunner from the well to do side of town and I knew each other. The two of them were evidently great mates, something that I was not aware of up until this point in time. Michelle never reacted or inquired when my dream girl asked of me,"Have you fully recovered from your workout yet?" Some of the other girls present did however, with knowing looks and the odd giggle aimed in my direction. I do believe the penny may have finally dropped when she found out I had attended that party two weeks previous.

Michelle and I left the beach to begin what evolved into a relationship and as for my gorgeous dream girl in Mitchell blue, she eventually disappeared from my sight and sadly was never ever seen again, but the memories of her have remained clear and constant and even though many decades have literally flown by, I am completely and utterly convinced these exceptional memories will never fade.

If only I could remember her bloody name.

Sunday, January 9, 2011


Circe the Sorceress who made captive the Greek hero Odysseus (Ulysses) on his voyage home from the sacking of Ilion (Troy), is a work currently underway for one of Gabi's clients.

Artist at work in her studio.

The Red Cap. After Frederick Sandys. Highly Commended.

Not that many years ago I eventually got around to asking Gabi what she wanted to be in regard to her painting. She simply replied that she would like to become a good artist. What follows is a small selection of her work, that I believe confirms she has indeed achieved that goal.
Since moving to Blackalls Park, followed by our latest move to Fern Bay, she has had at her disposal  first rate air conditioned studios and this has been responsible for what was once only a hobby, to become an extremely important part of her life. In actual fact it has become a way of life.
She has been successful at many of the local and regional art exhibitions and generally finishes consistently in the top 5 to 10 percent place getters.

On Sunday April 5th 2015, she hit the jackpot when awarded 1st prize at the Tilligerry Art Exhibition held in the Mallabula Community Hall at Lemon Tree Passage. For what lt's worth, she also was voted in as the runner up as well. Not too bad actually, two entries, two awards, First and Second. When one considered the quality of the competition entries, this was a remarkable achievement.

Her favorite paintings and exhibitions are those which promote the work of many of the past masters and other gifted artists from here and overseas. Although she would more than likely not admit to it, she is a romantic when it comes to painting and derives great pleasure and satisfaction reproducing the works of her favorite Pre-Raphaelite artists. One of the better run exhibitions is the Fabulous Fakes held each year at the Diggers Club at the Entrance and Gabi has more than made a name for herself at this Competition.

Peoples Prize at the Fab Fakes, The Entrance.

Throughout the previous several years Gabi has been extremely consistent producing top quality efforts that have gained the plaudits of the competition judges, staff and the viewing public. She has deservedly earned 1 First Prize, 1 Second Prize, 2 Highly Commendeds, 1 Commended, The Hangers Prize, The Peoples Prize and an Encouragement Award from one of the local Galleries. On one of the opening nights when leaving the Entrance Art Show, we forgot to cast our vote for the Peoples Prize and discovered later on that Gabi was pipped by one vote.

Studio and Workshop at Blackalls

Gabi's Studio.

The big board.
This will be required for two of Gabi's commissions that will be over 130 cm long. 

Sadly the above facilities are now part of the past as G and I have moved further north to the Bayway Village at Fern Bay, just north of Stockton.

The new Studio.
'Lamia.' After John Watehouse. Highly Commended.

'Lady Agnew of Locknaw.' After John Singer Sargent. Peoples prize.

'La Petite Fille.' After Bouguereau Second Prize Tilligerry Art Show.

Sarah Jane Fuller.

Tart Fairy No. 1

Tart Fairy No. 2. Move over Tinker Bell

Goth Fairy.

Renae Lea Fuller meets Elmo.

'Candytuft Fairy.' After Cicely M. Barker. Gabi's first commission

'Madonna and Child.' After Marianne P. Stokes. Hangers prize & Encouragement Award. The Entrance diggers Fabulous Fakes.
Presented to the Holy name of Mary Catholic Church in Hunters Hill, where it takes pride of place.


'Soul of a Rose.' After John Waterhouse.* Commended.Wyong Fabulous Fakes                                                                                                                     * First prize @ Tilligerry                                                                                                                 

Gabi loves Pussy Cats.

I told you........She loves Pussies.

Well, there you go. When she sets her mind to it Gabi is capable of anything. These are only a small selection of her work, but are typical of what she loves to do. Quite a few of her paintings are now taking pride of place in various homes and the odd one has been presented as a gift to some of our relloes who have nothing but admiration for the talent that Gabi possesses.

It is pleasing to note that some of our cousins and nieces etc. have demonstrated that they too have been gifted
and blessed with talent, at not just painting, but sculpting as well. Caitlin has produced beautiful pieces of work that demonstrate her undoubted talent, while the twins Zoe and Jessica are leaning towards painting and their overworked mum Shauna was considering a return to art school. Some of the photographs taken by Sarah more than indicate an artistic gift, while Margo works full time at home creating advertising and ticket writing masterpieces professionally. It's good to know that long after Gabi and I have gone toes up, that other members of our family will carry on the tradition of creating something skillful and full of beauty for others to admire. 

Note:    Time refuses to stand still and its effects on the mind and body make it necessary for one's aching bones and muscles to require less work and more rest. Gabi and I were forced to sell up and move further north to the Bayway Retirement Village in Fern Bay. Never has anyone encountered the problems we did prior to and during this move. Even after taking possession of our new cottage, the wheels refused to stop wobbling and it took what seemed like an eternity before we were completely settled in.
Our next move will be in a pine box.

All that being said we have at last achieved what we set about achieving and that is peace and security in our new surroundings. Life may be a lot slower, but still beats the alternative.

Studio area.

Living Room.
Sun Room.



Saturday, January 8, 2011


Obviously my highly talented better half Gabi had very little to do one day and decided to take a handful of shots through our casement windows. One can only assume the caffeine in the coffee she's been consuming lately was responsible for this unexpected flowing of her creative juices..............Any wonder, take a butchers at her coffee mug.

View from the computer room

The back gate through the main bedroom window.

Not so much through the window, but from it.

Laundry door.

Third bedroom window, looking north west.

Pam's front steps and Col's rumpus room.

Kitchen window, looking north east.

Living room window, looking due north.

Not exactly magnificent vistas and panoramas on offer, but at least it's home sweet home. My younger memories are of inner city smog with views of factories belching smoke and the sounds of both heavy and light industry all around. Being under the Mascot fly path didn't help much either and even though back then it was never a major problem at the time, I know where I would prefer to be today.

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