Goes by the name of Fluffy. If you see him don't worry, he has been de-fanged and clawed, and can only gum your hand, arm or throat (he hates turtlenecks!). Even without teeth, they have very strong jaws that can snap bone, so don't let him play - or gnaw - on any part of your torsoe that is less thick than your femur. They love to play fetch, but usually devour bones whole so try to find something else if you want him to return it to you. Excellent sense of smell, they can detect a long-horned sheep carcass from about a quarter mile. So hiding his snack is not going to be as much fun, and might get him ill-tempered, which is not Fluffy's best side. If you spot him, you might want to call the airborne division of animal control, who have the proper equipment and tranquilizing darts to bring him in. They say Sarah Palin got her start in wolverine rescue as a young girl scout in Alaska (beats selling cookies).
If you find him, please don't call me. It took me long enough to get him out from under the front porch with rotting fish and hamburger. Thanks, Joe (forward to new address) C. -- *"If I help the poor, they call me a Saint. If I ask why they are poor, they call me a Communist!" **Bishop Hamara of Brazil*
