7/11/2002 - 11/26/2019We met Wiley as a kitten 17 years ago. At that time he wasn't our kitten; he was just a cute little black ball of fluff that belonged to someone else. We played with him for a little, went home, and that was that.

Or so we thought. Twelve years later Wiley was in need of a new home, and suddenly we found ourselves with a new family member. The cute little ball of fluff had grown into a handsome and huge black cat. He wasn’t fat, he was just big. He was so big that one of his veterinarians asked us if he had eaten another cat. Another called him a meatball (and thus his Instagram name Wiley the Meatball was born).

He was also quite attractive. Once, after being boarded, we were given a photo that one of the vet techs had taken of him. Another time we were waiting in the exam room when one of the techs walked by and noticed him through the window. We heard a shout of “Oh my God look at this cat!” and suddenly the room was filled with women fawning over him. Everyone loved Wiley.

Wiley was a big, cuddly teddy bear who weighed 20 pounds, but he thought he only weighed five. He didn’t want to lay with you, he wanted to lay on you. On your head, to be exact, and more than once he had to be removed because he was making it hard to breathe. He also liked to press his paws into your throat, which didn’t help with the breathing issue. While his front paws would be pressed into your throat, his back legs would be hanging spread eagle over your stomach. Once you got him to stop with the front paws, it was a strangely comfortable position for everyone involved.

He came to us with a crooked snaggletooth and an unfortunate habit of drooling. The snaggle had to be removed, and we hoped the removal of the diseased tooth would help with the drooling. Somehow, it became worse. “EW! Where is Wiley’s drool cloth?!?” became a phrase often shouted in our home.

Not only was he huge and handsome, he was also the most laid back cat we have ever met. Wiley had diabetes and was amazingly tolerant of his insulin injections and our poor attempts at checking his blood glucose. He’d let us prick his ear multiple times (but for some reason would freak out afterward when the monitor beeped. Being stabbed repeatedly was OK, just as long as there was no beeping). He often would stand at the top of the stairs and howl in his extremely loud voice, which was his way of telling us that he wanted attention NOW.

Wiley lived with many other cats throughout his life, but two years ago he met Chuckie. Chuckie truly was Wiley’s brother from another mother. Wiley and Chuckie were best friends from the very first second they met. Often Chuckie would give Wiley a head butt, and Wiley would respond by licking Chuckie’s head. They could usually be found looking out the front window together or curled up against each other on the couch. They also loved to play fight. We’d know they’d been “fighting” when we would find dark tufts of fur on the carpet and two vicious kitties sleeping against each other on the chair.

Wiley was our big cuddly teddy bear meatball, and we will love him forever.
Elizabeth DempseyExton, PennsylvaniaNovember 28, 2019
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Thinking of you! So sorry for the loss of your beloved meatball Wiley.Aimee Horchak - December 4, 2019
I'll miss you, House Panther.Phillip Minnich - December 3, 2019
Rest well handsome Riley. We said goodbye to our kitty yesterday, also in Chester Co. Maybe they're playing together. XoxoColette Kemmerling - November 28, 2019

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