Photo Comments Sex: Male Weight: 17 lbs.
Leave a treat for Sputnik (4.15.87--7.03.01)
Catster stats for Sputnik (4.15.87--7.03.01)
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BigFoot, Big Fella, Mitts, Elegant Monster, Pussycatnik
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April 15th 1987
Attention and affection, from other cats as well as humans. He also loved going outside to bask in the sunshine.
He was wonderfully good natured, but occasionally took offense if he thought anyone else (particularly Snortimer) might be getting excess attention.
The plastic rings from gallon jugs, objects that could be used as "hockey pucks" and anything with catnip.
Favorite Nap Spot:
Sunny places, laps, or anywhere close to his family.
He wasn't fussy & enjoyed most food & treats. He was fond of donuts, which we gave him daily during his last days with us.
Sputnik totally knew how to use those big mitts of his--he could turn off a light-switch on the wall, play "hockey" and toss food into the air with his paw, then catch it in his mouth!
My daughter had been doing some of babysitting for one of our neighbors, whose sealpoint Siamese had recently given birth to 5 kittens. 4 of them resembled another neighbor's gorgeous Maine Coon ;-) Although I have always been an animal lover with a particular fondness for cats, I really didn't think it would be practical to adopt just then, and reluctantly explained this to my daughter and neighbors. Rationality lost to emotion-- one day, my daughter announced that she was going up to get her babysitting payment, returned with a kitten who she immediately insinuated into my arms before leaving on another errand, and practicality dissolved as the little purrball melted my heart. Not that we'd be calling him "little" for long...
Sputnik was a purrfect example of the Hemmingway quote, "One cat only leads to another cat." Because he loved to play with his brother, who lived in our apartment building (their parents did, too), and nearly tore the screen door apart trying to get outside, we relented for awhile & let Sputnik go outdoors to play--we propped the screen open so he could go out or his family could come in for a visit. Tragically, his brother was hit by a car just a few feet from our door. Both 4-month-old kittens had been playing together, & the brother had just been inside minutes earlier--I was chopping garlic & Sputnik stayed inside to savor the aroma, which he loved. The injured brother's humans weren't home, so we brought him inside, & Sputnik curled up beside him, obviously concerned.
We decided not to let Sputnik outside any more, but to adopt another kitten as a companion for him. Within a couple weeks I adopted Snortimer, who was less than a month old, and soon afterwards my daughter adopted a gorgeous 3-month old longhaired tortie that she had already bonded with. Sputnik was delighted with his playmates, although by 5 months was already *huge* in comparison and sometimes would forget this in play.
For the most part, Sputnik was friendly and loving with everykitty that we adopted over the years, and sociable toward human visitors as well as family members, although he would usually try to *chase* dogs (in the vet's office,for example). He was so easy-going that I was able to walk down the street with him in a large vinyl tote bag until he outgrew it--he'd occasionally peek out but never tried to run off.
He was so funny, & I'm sure his antics were done on purpose. He would sit on the window-sill, and we'd see his big mitt emerge from behind the drapes and begin patting the wall--it usually took a minute, but he'd turn out the light, retrieve his paw & peek out at us from behind the drape to make sure we're paying attention. He loved to sing, and made good use of bathroom acoustics. His vocal repetroire was impressive and included a mournful-sounding "an owl, an owl." Sometimes he'd throw his head back and do his coyote impersonation. When anyone spoke to Sputnik, he'd go really happy & roll around comically.
Sputnik was obviously very compassionate. When Snortimer was tiny, he needed frequent washing, and Sputnik would sit by my feet, wailing in commisseration with the wailing kitten in my arms. The night that Papercut appeared in my yard, Sputnik cried by the door until I went out & found her. He knew when his humans were ill or depressed, and did his best to cheer us up, even "massaging" my life partner's sore shoulder with those big mitts of his.
Sputnik moved 3 times with me during our 14 years together, and we were getting ready to move again when we received the awful diagnosis of sarcoma, possibly vaccine-induced. After many trips to the vet, where he was invariably charming, and a lot of tears and discussions, he reached the point where we needed to help him across the Bridge, a decision we'd never had to make before. We made sure that we would be allowed to stay with him.
We are blessed to have shared so many years and adventures with Sputnik. I wish he could have been here for the move--he would have loved it here--and I'm sure if he and Jupiter would have met, they would have been great friends--they are kindred spirits. Papercut still seems to search for him sometimes.
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