He's a songbird, loud and kind, fearful and cowardly. He likes to howl at everything and anything, and he wheezes in his sleep as if he cannot go any amount of time without making some kind of noise. He has an allergy to flowers, most especially Fireweed, and in autumn he cannot stop sneezing. Poor fellow. His best friends during this time is his hot water bottle and a his raggedy flannel blanket. He hates the cold, and when his winter coat comes in he sulks for days. Generally it takes getting him outside, playing in the snow and rare sunshine to get him back to his normal self. Even then, though, he requires a sweater specifically knitted for him.