I would like to adopt! Number: 19
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Name: Wolfgang
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Species: domestic cat (Birman)
Breed Information: Color: Traditional colors accepted by CFA and TICA include seal, blue, chocolate and lilac. Nontraditional coats, also accepted by both organizations, include red, tortie and lynx varieties. TICA also recognizes all pointed colors, solid particolor point, lynx (silver and nonsilver) particolor, tortie, particolor point and smoke particolor point.
Breed Personality: Friendly and affectionate, the breed is considered a comfortable blend between energetic shorthaired breeds and more subdued longhaired breeds.
Appearance: Birmans' silky, medium-to-long coats are remarkably manageable. Medium in size, Birmans have sweet, rounded, brilliant-blue eyes, a firm chin and a heavy ruff around the neck.
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Personality: Friendly: Wolfgang has never met another living being he doesn't like. (even if the other person doesn't like him)
Persistant: Always the go-getter, he trys to never give up and to always to believe that anything is posible. (this excludes flying.)
Trusting: He will trust you to the very end as long as you do nothing to betray him.
Headstrong: Once Wolfgang is set on an idea, a herd of elaphants can't pull him off of it.
Excitable: It is very easy to excite wolfgang, a shiny button, a foil wrapper, a cookie, its not very hard.
Easily Distracted You can be talking about anything, like, ohh... the weather, and he'll say something like "oh, yes, it does look like OOOHHHH!!!!!! SHINEY!!!" or something like that.
Colostriphobic: Wolfgang has to be moving, always and forever even in his sleep he tosses and turns, he always feels better out in the open.
Forgetful: Read the time wolfgang found out he couldn't fly for an example.
Curious: Wolfgang
Has to know everything about everything, and can't stand if you keep and secrets. (this results in very many problems in the weeks leading up to his birthday and Christmas)
Excentric: Wolfgang goes all out, all the time. (he has a tie that he wears on ocation)
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Likes: The color orange: Nobody knows why, but we think it has something to do with his eyes.
flying: we have absolutly no idea how this came about, we just know that it has always has been a dream of his.
Candy Corn: does he need a reason?
Everybody: While this is a trait of his breed, wolfgang takes it to the extream.
Rainy Days: They are cozy, who doesn't like a good thunderstorm?
Dislikes: His Colostriphobia: who wouldn't?
Water/baths: Its a cat thing, it takes forever for the fur to dry.
Candy Corn Being Sold Only On Hallowen: This one is pretty self-explainatory
His Lack of Wings/Flying Ablity: For a cat who loves to fly this is a big problem.
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Background: For this I am only going to do small bits and peices of his back ground, sence I fail actuly writing out full historys.
The time Wolfgang descovered he can't fly: Ok, so one day Wolfgang got it into his head that he could fly if he just tried hard enough. I supose this is partly my fualt, I had told him that he could do anything aslong as he put his mind to it. Well as you know, once wolfgang has an idea he'll persue it till the very end. (It might actuly take that long with his atention span being ruffly the same size as the life of a smoke ring.) so he started out by building paper mache wings. That took about two weeks. So then he some how climbed up the swing set and into a tree. I still don't know how he got those wings up there. Makeing sure I was watching he jumped out of the tree and did a face plant into the ground below him. I scoped him up and took him inside. After makeing sure that there was no real damage, I sat hime down and made him promise to never try to fly again. It did no good, three weeks later he was flinging himself off the swing set in atempt to be like super man.
The time Wolfgang dyed his feet orange: So one day I was painting, and I knocked over my orange paint. I only turned my back for a minute, but when I came back to clean up the mess I descovered Wolfgang up to his ankles in orange paint. Well I grabed a blank canvas and had Wolfgang walk all over it. I then gave him a bath, witch he did not apreciate at all. But the paint just wouldn't come off. So he had orange feet for the next couple of weeks. Wolfgang got so much attention with his orange feet that he almost did it again. That is, untill he remembered his bath.
The time Wolfgang went fishing: One day Wolfgang decided that he needed to learn how to fish. I didn't think it was a bad idea so I took him to the local lake. I had brought a tiny rod and reel for him to use. But he refused them, say that no self-respecting cat would use a fishing rod when they had two perfectly good claws. That should have tipped me off right away, but for some weird reason it didn't that day. So I settled down to wait for the fish. Wolfgang was a liitle ways off, staring intently into the water, claws unsheathed. A few minutes later, just as I was reeling in my first fish I heard a tremendus splash! I look over at wolfgang and saw his head just above the water. I rush over and scoped him out of the muddy lake, setting him on the ground. I went over to the car and grabed the towels I had packed earlier, anticapating something like this. going back over I wrapped wolfgang up and set him in the front seat of the car. I picked up all of our fishing gear and shoved it in the trunk. then I got in the driver's seat and all the way home my sopping wet kitty complained of not getting a fish. When we got home I silenced him with a bath.
The time Wolfgnag met Macdaw: Recently, we had new neighbors move in three houses down from ours. So I sent Wolfgang over to say hello. Well, about ten minutes later, I heard Wolfgang yelling something. So i stuck my head out the the front door and saw the funnyest the the you ever did see. Wolfgang, running pell-mell up the street yelling at the top of his lungs, "SCARY DOG! SCARY DOG! SCARY DOG!" and right on his tail, a scarlet macaw, barking at him! I opened the door wide and Wolfgang rushed inside and I slamed the sreen door in the macaw's face, Or, beak. I calmed Wolfgang down, and walked to the neighbor's house. As it turns out They were very nice and the macaw, named Macdaw, actuly thinks he is a dog. So of course he chased Wolfgang away from the house. Now Macdaw and Wolfgang are the best of friends in a weird, iorny, kind of way.
A picture you drew: I am working on this right now.
I will probably add more to this later, but I'm tired right now.
