wookers

Wookers has quite the story. He was born on a friends' property -- his littermates didn't make it and his mama abandoned him. He was about 4 weeks old when he was discovered after an unfortunate (but lucky) incident of being run over by a lawn mower - thankfully he didn't even get a scratch, he was just extremely terrified. I received a message from our friends asking if I wanted another cat - I said no. They sent me a picture - I said I'd be there the next day to pick him up. I bottle fed him and kept him in our spare bedroom away from the dogs (this was the first cat who was allowed in the house). Anyway, fast forward to today - Wookers is a total pain in the arse, but we love him and couldn't imagine a life without him in it.

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Likes: food, sleeping, lounging in the weirdest positions, burrowing in blankets, almost getting sat on, hiding in the shadows until someone just happens to walk by (and then he attacks), and slapping/clawing mom until she brings out more food. 

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Dislikes: getting his nails clipped, getting his teeth brushed, really just being touched in general, lawn mowers, any medication/supplement.

(aka Wook, Wookbug, Mookers, Mook)