I got my little man 12 years ago next month, adopted from the shelter in Cleveland. He was a tiny, little thing; all ears and he fit in the palm of my hand. A wild little man from the get go, my dad got teary eyed when he met him. We had lost Louis six months before and Wook was a spitting image of him. Dad quickly changed his mind of wanting him after a week of kitten sitting a few weeks after I had adopted him.
While Wookie is a spirited cat, he has brought me years of comfort, love, tons of cuddles and a few scars. After several moves, boyfriends, jobs and who knows what else, little man is still here, still shedding like crazy and still very mouthy.
Little man may have his issues but I am very proud to be his mama. A snuggle bug who requires human interaction daily, these past 12 years have been filled with creative disciplining, power cords chewed through, bathing suit straps and bras destroyed, hairballs, paws in my mouth and so much more.
One interesting fun fact, only pepper keeps him away from the Christmas tree, he actually likes Tabasco sauce. . .
Here are a few pictures of my little man and yes, I am quite crazy about him.