This is Wolfie, he died two years ago from kidney failure.

He was 17 years old.

Wolfie isn’t  like my other cats because:

He loved eating potato chips

he would fight  me for my cheeseburgers

and he considered stealing food from my plate a contact sport .

For fun he enjoyed getting into my book bag, probably just so he could hear the crash when he would knock it off the chair.

He also found ways to steal my pillow when I was sleeping- I guess I should be grateful he only wanted to sleep on it.

The thing of it is, after he died I realized I wasn’t use to pillows anymore and I was waking up in the middle of the night and tossing it on the floor.

Wolfie had some weird habits, but I wasn’t the perfect pet owner so it balanced itself out.

This is Carl Kolchak

 

Last year I rescued him from a bad end- he was caught in a trap and on his way to the Humane Soceity when I took him home.

Carl isn’t like my other cats because:

He eats potato chips, hogs my pillow and if I blink he will steal the food off of my plate.

 

And when I walk in the door and sit my book bag down he purrs so hard his body shakes and then he jumps up grabs it and pulls it down.

When it hits the floor he doesn’t even flinch.

 

It’s funny, the way life finds ways to go on.