Fings Father had often hoped he would become a boxer. He looked at his son with his outsize paws and general bad attitude and was convinced he could rise to become kitty-weight champion.
Unfortunatley Fing's interest in the classics and aesthetics and his love of Samba meant that he would have nothing to do with his Fathers wishes. They would argue into the early hours until Fing was forced to run away and take up with a travelling Circus.
He was known as Fing the Fantabulous, and would amaze everyone with his Samba, Card Tricks and his renditions of Westlife Classics. Sometimes he would double up as a clown, or would agree to be shot from the Cannon, although only grudgingly as it tended to wreack havoc with his fur.
Sometimes he would take money at the gate, sometimes help the contortionist back into a reasonable position.
His time with the fair was a happy one, but he knew that there were other adventures to be had, new horizons to find, Samba dancing competions and, above all else, some one to love.
So he set off with his savings and a spotted hanky on a stick containing all his prize possessions, said goodbye to the circus and walked off into the sunset wisteling a jaunty tune.
You may wonder how a boy with such lowly beginnings went on to own a ferrari?
Its a very long story.
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