Figgy, Fig, Figgy boy, buddy, bubberz, Rosif ,Ro, Stink Boy, Fig meister, Bubba , Hot pipes, Son. Figgaro would interrupt Mason and I during arguments. He would ask us to get along. Meowing back and forth scolding us. It worked every time. He has survived being bullied by alley cats and getting shot in the head with a bb gun , and living in the mountains with large predators. He would stare at you while you pet him and he would purr loudly and you could feel him giving you his love with all his heart! He loved climbing all the way up to Mason's shoulder and perch and he could catch toys mid air atop his cat tower. After being diagnosed with Feline leukemia, failing Kidneys and Rotting mouth Figgaro started to be less like the Best boy we had come to know. We did our best, but time was against us when all other traits and behaviors had faded his need to give love never once faded! He left this world peacefully staring into his Daddy's and Mommy's eyes. We love you and miss you bubba!