Franz

Franz was the second cat I got. He came home two days after I picked up Hans. I had only actually seen him once before, but I wasn't looking at him; I was looking at his brother, and got on his brother's list. When I was at the shelter for Hans, the lady there remembered me, told me that nobody had adopted Franz yet, and asked me if I'd like to take him home. He was the biggest cat from the start. He was already past two pounds then. He was pretty sick recently, and had dropped to as low (as far as we know) as eight pounds, but he's much better now. Heck, he's put on about four to five pounds in the last few months.

He has earned himself the nicknames Moo-Cat, Moo-ber, and various other ones involving "Moo" thanks to his distinctive meow, and his constant use of it. :) He has also got to be the most enthusiastic pet-ee I have ever seen, to the point of somersaulting while he is being petted.