Meet Wolfie.

Wolfgang Oliver Foxx is my little boy. Oh, not a child, I can't stand kids for more than a few moments at a time, but my kitten. He is growing up so fast, its hard to remember when little Wolfie could fit in the palm of my hand, and had to eat his dinner curled up on a kitchen plate, because his neck was too short to eat from his bowl. Wolfie is an extraordinary cat that needed his own introductory post, mostly because his name will be cropping up in posts from here on out, but also because with a name like Wolfgang Oliver, well, why wouldn't he have at least one post dedicated to him?

I'm not sure what kind of cat he is, all I know is that his mother was a wild cat, he makes sounds like a raccoon, and his ears are much too large for his body. Everyone who meets him comments on his exotic features and talkative manner. He is very polite, but he may try and crawl into your purse, or nibble on your shoes if he smells something interesting.

When I brought home my large green armchair, Wolfgang immediately claimed it as his. He shares it with Snowball and Clarice, a harp seal and plush deer who have been with me since I was very young. I often come home to the three of them cuddled up in this chair.

No countertop or other surface is secret to Wolfie. Despite numerous attempts to keep him from it, he jumps on top of the refrigerator whenever he pleases, which usually takes place when the heater kicks on. (The heater vent is right above the fridge, so he cuddles there till he gets nice and warm.) ^_^

-The Savage Vixen