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"Vogue Magazine Cover Boy"
Sex: Male Weight: 12 lbs.
"The kitty at the top is not B.A. or Misha (who wasn't born yet). Surprised?"
"Me, B.A. and the Weekend Guest"
"Kitty Sandwich. That's me in the middle, B.A. at the top and Misha at the bottom."
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"Our Weekend Guest. He belonged to an out-of-town friend. He was so newly adopted that he didn't have a name yet." [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
Leave a treat for Cappuccino (1981-1998)
Catster stats for Cappuccino (1981-1998)
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April 10th 1982
Black and White
Playing chase games with fursib, B.A. Annoying Mom.
His fursibs, B.A. and Misha.
Rattle balls, cat dancer.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Liverwurst and Bacon. He also loved hot and spicy food.
Fluffing up human butt cheeks.
I came home from work one evening and found Cappuccino abandoned in the lobby of my apartment building. He was friendly and he was really skinny. In place of a collar, he had a plastic trash bag cinch around his neck. I petted him and continued on up to my apartment in order to phone my roommate at her job to ask if it was okay to take him in. I put my hand on the telephone just as it started to ring. It was my roommate telling me that before she left for work that afternoon she had taken a can of my tuna fish to feed to this adorable kitty in the lobby; she hoped I wasn’t angry; he looked really hungry. He had scarfed down the entire can and purred a very fishy thank you for her. And, she asked, would it be okay with me if we kept him? Hello to a lifetime of kitty companionship.
When Cappuccino made his arrival he was about 6 to 9 months old. He came intact (needed to be neutered) and underweight due to a tape worm infestation.
In retrospect, Cappuccino taught me a lot. First off, he taught me that a tempestuous relationship isn’t entirely negative. We had our moments—and there were a lot of them. I guess we both thrived on annoying each other, but through it all there was a bond and there was love. He taught me about responsibility and about patience. (The fact that he was neutered so late probably led to his lifetime habit of peeing in inappropriate places.) He also nipped my night life right in the bud. Every time I came home too late for his taste I would find the shattered remains of dishes he had knocked off the counter. If you don’t want a cat to get to something, put it away! Duh…
He taught me that a kitty’s place at night was in bed. When I tried locking him out of the bedroom he hurled himself at the door (whump, whump, whump) long enough for me decide that I valued my sleep over fur-free bedding. He was first in line in that regard. I tried again when I adopted Marrakech and Samsara—those little 8-week-old monkeys simply scaled the heights by using their claws to climb the comforter.
Once in bed, Cappuccino would start to get comfy. Every night he would sit on top of me and groom for about 10 minutes. Lick, lick, lick. (Don’t interrupt or he would start over.) Now the paws—stretch out one claw at a time, chew, pull and let go (this took forever, I swear). Ahhh, done; now some rest—his. He would sit on one of my butt cheeks while he fluffed up the other to use as a pillow (another 5-10 minutes kneading time). From time to time I got even with him by depriving him of his sleep during the day. (Yes, I did—fair is fair.) I would wait for him to drift off, quietly walk over and lift just one hair and then another with the tip of my finger. I’d keep it up long enough for him to wake up, snarl at me and then go back to sleep.
As difficult as he was, he was also sweet (and even more so in the last year of his life) and he was an angel when it came to other animals. We exchanged visits with my girlfriend and her cat (in the same building) and my girlfriend’s cat used to stay with us during summer vacations. Cappuccino was so much better-behaved when Jessie-cat was around that I decided to get him a companion. Who knew about slowly integrating a new arrival? B.A. marched in the door as a 4-month-old kitten and was accepted immediately. Both B.A. and Cappuccino later did the same for Misha.
Cappuccino went to the bridge at 17 years old in March 1998, followed by B.A. one month later.
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