Fuzzy Wuzz

Technically, Fuzzy Wuzz isn't our cat. We don't know whose cat he is, but he considers himself to be Andrew's cat, or at least the Gundersons' cat.

Andrew found him in the field behind our house, and discovered that he was friendly. Since we didn't know whose cat he was or his gender, much less his name, we had to call him something, so we called him Fuzzy Wuzz because, well, he's fuzzy (we think he's a Norwegian Forest Cat). He lets Andrew pick him up and carry him around, happily letting his legs and tail dangle as the boy holds him with both arms. If Andrew climbs the apple tree, he will too. He will curl up with the boys when they go to bed, even curl up with the baby in his crib, always down at his feet. He absolutely loves his boys.

Fuzzy Wuzz seemed open to Andrew's suggestion of having a meal with us now and then, and eventually followed him into our house one day. After a while, he started sitting in various windows, meowing to be let in. Now we let him in as a routine.

We often wonder where he came from. He has been neutered, and behaves himself indoors very well. He is a great cat, good with the boys and very loving. He will follow Andrew all over the place, especially in the field. We hope he visits his other family (if he has one) because otherwise they would miss him terribly.

His is orange and white, with the luxurient coat of a Norwegian Forest Cat, and has a very sweet-expressioned face. He knows his name, though instead of just Fuzzy Wuzz we often stick a few extra "wuzzys" in between, as in Fuzzy Wuzzy Wuzzy Wuzzy Wuzz. He seems to like it.