Arrival Story: My parents got Wiley before I was born. I'm not sure where he came from, but I do know that he was named after a friend of my parents.
Bio: Wiley was my parents' kittycat, and died when I was only three. I mainly remember him being a puffy little sweetheart with a sensitive temperment. Wiley got shot in the leg and almost died when he was a couple years old. He was very well-travelled and accompanied my parents to my grandparents' house in Ohio for Christmas, where he played in the snow!