For those of you who missed the thread in "town hall" (and unfortunately I don't know how to insert the link to the thread here ) - I found out that Fluffy is ok.

Last night we we were sitting at an outdoor table at a restaurant, having a couple of drinks with a co-worker of my husband. She talked about how she takes care of several feral cats. She's named the kitties and sure enough - one of them is named "Fluffy". When she told me this I looked at her in total amazement - how do I explain what I'm thinking?