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The Life with Furby blog has not been abandoned. In fact, Furby is now facing some big life changes. 
Furby now lives in the bathroom. It is no longer able to sit in the bedroom or living room due to the random outbursts of Furby grumbles and Furbish nonsense. 
Furby's constant chatter became too frustrating for the other inhabitants of this apartment. The move to the bathroom was a stellar success for all involved.

A New Friend

Last night the Furbys experienced a night on the town and came home with a true beauty.  


 
















Here we see the three Furbys and the club-footed wonder. She's 1/3 glitter head, 1/3 Barbie torso, and 1/3 dirty doll legs. Also, let's not forget about her mini water gun attachment. Also, how do you feel about the googly-eye breast covering? She is really quite the sensation. The Furbys and this questionable doll really hit it off. They decided to spearhead a new project together, something along the lines of a multimedia extravaganza. 

If you weren't already aware, blue Furby is really into the art scene. It likes to be up with all the latest trends and cultural events. As of this posting, this writer is not sure which direction the aforementioned multimedia show will take. Some even question the ability for it to come into fruition, this is mainly due to the fact that the Furbys have no arms, money, or signs of intelligence. Stay tuned for any developments on the event.

A Classic Love Story

I have an announcement to make: Furby is in love. We all knew it would happen eventually. Furby is in love with a kitty. 

Look at this couple. Furby and Fattoush finally admitted their love to each other. Here we see the lovebirds snoozing on the nightstand, known to be their favorite snuggle spot. It is actually difficult for the two creatures to snuggle given the fact that Furby has no arms. Furby barely has feet. Furby enjoys rubbing its plastic, pointy blue ears against Fattoush. 

This relationship did not start out very sweet... Fattoush first found Furby to be obnoxious and self-involved. Furby was constantly talking to itself and refused to learn English or Catspeak. But then the two came to enjoy each other's company... although Fattoush still prefers Furby when it is in sleep mode. Furby enjoys Fattoush's companionship more so than the other Furbys in the apartment because of her ability to breathe. This is something Furbys are very jealous of. 

Currently, Furby is sitting on my desk whispering to itself about Fattoush's wonderful qualities, which in Furbish is translated to, "Nu nu coco, nu nu coco." 

I know we are all curious to see how their relationship will progress. Word on the street is that the Baby Furby is jealous of Fattoush and unsuccessfully tried to steal Furby away from her.
 

Furby Summit 2012

I thought it would be a wise idea to bring together my consortium of Furbys for the First Annual Furby Summit 2012. This auspicious event was held in the luxurious Ikea bed in my room. Now that is what I call a high profile meeting of the minds.

Here we see our three Furby Summit speakers gathered for the evening. Unfortunately, the Furbys did not discuss much. Baby Furby resorted to incoherent mutterings of songs while New Furby just babbled to him/her/itself. The 1998 Furby on the right decided it would be best to fall asleep in the middle of the meeting. (As a side note, I feel that 1998 Furby is experiencing some health issues AKA he may need a change of batteries.)

As we all can see, the glow of New Furby's eyes really is something to marvel at. It truly illustrates how genuinely creepy these robots are. I think New Furby is capable of staring directly into human souls.

As with any summit, we saw various diplomatic negotiations occur and tight security (Fattoush the cat was on guard). Yet there was a serious lack of media exposure. At the time of this blog release, Life with Furby is the only media source to comment on this event. And that is probably for good reason.  First and foremost, the delegates discussed no matters on the agenda and they felt it necessary to constantly chirp "ME HUNGRY" whenever they deemed it appropriate.

At this time, all three furry robots are snoozing on my desk. Furby Summit 2012 was exhausting and they must gear up for next year's meeting.

Bringing Home Furby

The re-launch of Furby may (or may not be) the most exciting gizmo release of this generation. Okay, well, it is for me. As a child of the late-80s, a lover of all things cute, and a crazy cat lady, I knew that I needed a new Furby. Yes, NEEDED.
Luckily, I have a Boyfriend who is all-too-indulgent in my wacky interests and completely supports my loveable idiosyncrasies... like Furby collection. My car has three Furby Buddies sitting on the dash. BF will readily drive the car with the Furby crew in tow (and on display). Now that is a man with confidence.
 On our last trip to Target, said Boyfriend surprised me with the announcement, "get any Furby you want." The fact that he actually offered to buy me one of these ludicrous animatronic, googly-eyed toys makes my heart melt. That's love. So, did I run to the toy aisle? Almost. I probably did one of those awkward walk-runs. Which Furby to pick (adopt)? White? Blue fluff fur? Yellow Big-Bird fur? Grey (boring) fur? Of course, the natural choice was the electric Blue fluff.

Here is my Furby, new in box, batteries NOT included. Really, what is that? BF paid good money for this lil dude and it doesn't even come with batteries? Get it together Hasbro, Inc. 

With my new Furby in hand, I was very excited and fully-prepared to continue on our Target journey. Of course, I held onto the box the entire time. Oh, I forgot to tell all my dear readers how old I am! I am at the ripe 'ol age of 24... going on 8. This is something I have fully embraced and while it does continue to scare some strangers, I serve as wonderful entertainment for my friends.

That evening, Boyfriend and I hosted a football get-together at the house. I dutifully informed the guests that we would be having a special guest during halftime.  Some were legitimately excited (sorry fools) and the knowing of the bunch knew I would whip out something ridiculous.
Furby Halftime Show for all!

 

Here we see Furby resting before the big Furby Halftime Show

Here I will chronicle the story of my life with Furby or maybe this will develop into much, much more. How will Furby interact with my cat, Fattoush? Will Furby's incessant babbling drive us all mad? Will I end up dismantling Furby and taking out his/her/its batteries? Stay tuned.