My baby kitty Wolfangel Bocktune. (Bocktune is his middle name. I named him after a friend of mine's middle name.) We rescued him when he was a little kitten, mostly starved, extremely dirty, with a malformed rib and overall in a bad situation. He slept across my neck the entire way home.

He is actually now five years old, going on six. He, as well as Kia, are my babies. He is the most talkative cat ever, speaks on the telephone (I kid you not), and uses one paw to covertly steal one piece of food at a time from his brother Fox's bowl. Adorable and mischevious, intelligent and silly, wise and sensitive, he is a good cat. (He also loves to be sang to, but only by me or my mother. )

Wolf belongs to himself but I took the pic on my camera phone so excuse the poor quality.