Sweet dreams, Mr. Woolie, YOU were LOVED!!

Old Mr. Woolie finally succumbed to age and FIV. His last years were probably his best. No more fights with tomcats after being "fixed", and plenty of shelter from the elements. He had the joys of a housecat in some ways, getting catnip to roll in and tuna fish for treats. He also had a lot of friends! Although an "outsider", coming from Holland, he was the leader of the ferals in that section of the park. He was never alone and was good pals with Sneezy, an orange cat, and Mama Woolie who came to the park with him. The other cats could often be seen rubbing up against him and winding their tails with his.

He mostly lived under Judy's trailer and he was her favorite. She called him her Hurly-Burly man because he was so much bigger than the rest. She was always distraught if she didn't see him for a day or two and felt bad that he had one crinkled ear. He may not have let her touch him, but she can tell you all about his personality and behavior, just the same as if he was her lap cat.

We look forward to cuddling with you in the afterlife, Mr. Woolie. Until then, enjoy perfect health and know that you are missed!!