Magick is an almost 8-yr old. Norwegian Forest Cat, weighing in at around 30 pounds--HA! YOU try to get him on a scale! He has a long double coat like Wegies do, so he gets 'sensory overload' and does not like to be touched unless it is HIS idea. He is a 'police' cat and must patrol the perimeters and open all closed doors continually--all night long. He is very smart and since I made the mistake of showing him how to latch the screen door I now have to use the dog leash to keep it closed. He is very curious and will come running when say 'LOOK!' and he cackles at birdies, responding with different sounds for different birds. His favorite are crows, maybe because they are black like him. I tell everyone his Native American name is 'Talks to Crows' because he will get all spazzy and carry on a one-sided conversation when he sees a crow. He chases poor Merlin, our white Odd-Eye, and thumps him hard with his massive paws whenever he is upset for any reason--most of the time Merlin has nothing to do with it and just innocently walks by. If he is really mad, he will stalk you; when he starts to chew on the side of his mouth, he is ready to lose it and needs to be 'papoosed' (with a beach towel!) and catnipped or he will tear you up. He has a rage problem. I don't know why; he has always had a happy home.

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