Creature Feature: Tony Soprano

He's dressed like a Mafioso, he sings like a castrato!  Put your paws together for the big black cat, heeeeeeeeere's Tony!

Yo.  Ba-da-bing.

The day before Thanksgiving, 2004, the super-husband was refueling the car at a small truck stop near our home at the time.  The first nasty cold front of the year was coming in, and a hard freeze was imminent.  A skinny black cat nosed around, looking for a handout.  Seeing the cat’s thin coat and protruding ribs, hubby knew that it wouldn’t last long in that weather.  He put out a hand, found the cat was friendly, and then picked it up and put it in the car.  For the record, this was the ONLY time the cat ever willingly accepted a car ride.
Look into my eyes.  You are going to share your chicken. 
The cat turned out to be riddled with multiple varieties of gastrointestinal worms and parasites, requiring 3 rounds of dewormer and 2 rounds of antibiotics, but thankfully, no heartworms and no nasty viral issues.  He was also approximately 7.5 pounds (should have been closer to 14), and turned out to be about 18 mos old and already neutered.  Poor kitty has such a high pitched voice, we thought he was a female before the vet pointed out the two little telltales hiding in his black fur.

Tony was nursed back to health and matured into a happy, lazy 15 lb couch panther (no, not fat, just a certified "big cat" by vet).  Probably as a result of having lived by foraging for such an sizable part of his early life, he is very conscious of his food.  If he can see the bottom of the food bowl, it's time to refill it.  If it's 06:00, it's time to feed the cat.  Same thing with 09:00, 12:00, 15:00, 18:00... he lets us know with an earsplitting yowl.

It is 4AM, let me sing you the song of my people.

Tony is now the elder statesman, attempting to quietly elude the kids while also whining to be fed at all hours.  It's a delicate balance that he strikes.  Most days, he prefers to spend napping in our bedroom, or in the wingback chairs.

Tony: Did I hear the Temptations bag?!
Squeak: NO. Go back to sleep.

Don't stop believing, big guy. Don't stop.


  1. Replies
    1. Thanks, Sophie. He's a good boy. We like him. :)

  2. So adorable! I bet she's so glad that she endured that car ride. I love hearing stories of people saving kitties off the streets. We took ours in from the drainage ditch in our neighborhood, and she started having seizures. A week at the vet, plenty of antibiotics, and lots of money later, she is now a happy cat!

    1. Thanks, Morgan. He's a sweet lovey cat. He's brought us lots of joy over the years.

  3. Ohhh he is so so cute! I love black cats :)

    Check out my blog if you want:

    Tamara xxx

    1. Thanks, Tamara. Tony and I will be happy to check out your blog (after I feed him again...).


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