Capri is a lovely big, laid-back boy who has until recently enjoyed being a stud. Due to lack of mates
he has now been neutered and is looking for that perfect pet home where he can be "king of the Castle".
Having been a stud he needs a home that does not have any other male cats. He is a very healthy boy and comes from my founder line.
5 October 2016 - Today Capri has headed off to new pastures in Buckinghamshire with Tim and Elaine.
I am sure he will have a very pampered life with these two as his personal slaves.
Pictures and comments will be added to the Feedback page in the future.
23rd October 2016:
Capri sends the following message:
"Hi Aunty Julie,
Hope this finds you well, as it leaves me. I had my doubts about this pair, they made out we were going
to have a cuddle, then they stuffed me into a box for the next 3 HOURS! So I let them know my feelings
all the way back to darkest Bucks. I thought my last hour had come.
But first impressions can be misleading; believe me, this is an A* crib and I have really fallen on my paws!
These two are first-prize Tonkaholics, and if I play my cards right, the house will be in my name quite soon......
I get fresh chicken-wings daily and some new crunchy stuff to keep my teeth clean. I have a Lap to sleep
on; it snores a bit but so do I, and when I want it to wake up and give me some attention, I switch its
reading-lamp on with my paws. Easier than biting its head, I think. I haven't got as far as the bedroom;
I know the Other One must be sleeping somewhere, but I'm working on it......
There's some quite good stuff on TV, and I can switch it on and off when I Iike. I sit close up to follow all the action.
I'm learning to knit and can already rewind a ball of wool.
My current project involves scratching on a big tree-trunk by the window, which makes lovely sawdust
and keeps my claws down. It's also useful for jumping up at the flies.
I haven't made it into the garden yet, but I can swear at the birds and sleep on the windowsill if it's sunny.
I've noticed some men outside who seem to be mending the garden wall. I wonder why? They came into the house
for tea and I gave them an audience, although their paws were not very clean.
The vet was very respectful and I heard him telling The Other One that I was the most beautiful Tonky
he had ever seen(I bet he says that to all of us), so I didn't scratch him and got a Cat Treat for being a good boy.
Love from your best boy,
Capricorni"
4th March 2017:
Greetings from north Bucks! it's me, Tonkyway Capricorni, hoping this finds you all as well as it leaves me.
I'm glad to hear that my half-brother Chertan will now be the father of many kittens. I hope he has found somebody
else to curl up with? I wondered about that since I left him. I feel a bit guilty because I can access both my
staff whenever I want to warm my paws.
There's a difference in the air these days. I put my nose in the space between the window and the sill, and
I can smell all kinds of new scents on the breeze. There seems to be a very big room out there and I'd like to
explore it when that funny wet stuff stops falling out of the sky.
There's a funny sort of glass area in the greenhouse floor and strange shiny creatures without legs are moving
round and round under it. Makes me dizzy if I watch them too long. They get pellets like mine. (Don't tell anybody,
but I tried some that fell on the floor and they aren't bad.)
The Other One has planted a pot of grass specially for me. She showed it to me on her bathroom window-sill.
It's doing quite well, so I just trim it a little each morning.
I follow the sun round the house, but my favourite place is on top of the bookcase, which affords a good view
of the feathery things in the next-door neighbours' old orchard. There are some black ones which argue a lot,
starting at dawn with a most terrible racket. They have no idea of music at all, whereas I practice my scales
every day to make sure they sound as good as the previous time I tried my voice.
Love from Tonkyway Capricorni.
July 2017
Tonkyway Capricorni here, scourge of the Home Counties, licensed to kill and red in tooth and claw! well what
else are teeth and claws for? I was sorry to hear that Uncle Dippy has not been well, but if he's still able to
catch rabbits for you, he must be getting something out of life.
You will be glad to know that I'm famous round here for my rabbit-management; two or three per day is my usual
quota, but while I could easily increase it, they don't seem to know what to do with my gifts. I always eat the
head, so nobody can deny that I have the brains of a rabbit, (and my own of course.) I do occasionally leave
them the eyeballs as a special treat.
It's light good and early these days and I like to make a start on my day's hunting by 5.00 am. (I am not
allowed to stay out all night, though I don't know why. I do get a late supper before they go to sleep, so it's
worth my while to get back in time.) They didn't respond very well to my habit of cheering them with my merry
mewing at 4.00 am, to greet the dawn, so they have installed a special little door for me. They can't seem to
get the timer right, so I still have to wake them up in the morning.
I was asked to do a review by the manufacturers of this item, which I dictated to the smoky one. I do find
it rather awkward to bring my kills back through it, and have pointed out that this is almost impossible
without trapping my tail. Still, when I do squeeze one through, the other one usually puts it outside again.
I think she must be a vegetarian.
The roll-call of my relations seems to be lengthening rapidly; a nephew at stud in Poland? let me know how
he gets on. And a niece in the show-ring? I'm not sure I'd like that for myself, though the girls seem to quite
enjoy all the admiration.
The hunting-grounds round here are quite good, although I have no other experiences to compare them to.
As far as I have yet discovered, I am the only cat in this enclave, though there are dogs at each of the other
5 houses. Two of them are never let out except on a lead (how horrible!) but I can run faster than the rest of
them. The ones down by the river are rather vulgar and make a lot of noise, but I have to be careful of Edie.
She lives with my friend Annie across the way, and she was rescued from the gypsies, who had treated her very badly.
October 2017
Tonkyway Capricorni, aka Cirrus, calling from darkest Bucks. I hope you have not forgotten me and my merry mewing?
The smoky one listens to Radio 3 all day long, unless he is in his garden digging holes (I'm not sure what for, so I
use one or two when he isn't looking), so I am getting quite knowledgeable about classical music. My favourite is that
9th thing by Bate-oven (does that mean he cooks his mice?) where they all howl together at the end. I really like that.
I have to report that I have not been 100% pleased with the arrangements for my comfort recently. I went to stay
with my Aunt Shirley who keeps an hotel for cats of distinction in Northchurch. Between you and me, some of them weren't
that distinct; next to me was a ginger tom of very raffish appearance, who refused to be brushed. I love being brushed and
Shirley loves brushing me; I soon had her wrapped round my paw. She calls me Tonkyboy and slips me a few treats on the side.
On the other side was an elderly lady who snored dreadfully. Lucky for her, she was so deaf she didn't keep herself
awake. (I never snore of course! But sometimes at night I have to stick a claw into the smoky one; when he gets going the
tiles lift off the roof and I need my beauty sleep.)
On the whole, the four days I spent away weren't too bad, although meals were served at awkward times and I'm accustomed
to a better quality of litter and more of it, so I indicated my distaste by scratching everything out of the tray. Being
with other cats did bring back a few memories. But most of all, I really missed the hunting.
When I got home I had a good clearup of the rabbits and now I'm catching up on the mice. It's a pity that the smoky one
has harvested his allotment; now it's all ploughed and bare, it's not worth going down there. And of course I have my duties
here; there is half a ton of pumpkins piled up by the front door, which need guarding.
I hope you are well and all my relations too. I'm sure that my half-sisters are expecting litters and hope the next generation
are growing up to respect their elders. I could show them a thing or two.
Yours loving nephew,
