Sputnik picspam

Today, I celebrate Caturday with memories of our beloved Sputnik. We got him when he was six weeks old. During his two and a half years, he fell into a scalding hot bath, cut his paw open on a barbed wire fence, had to fight with his greedier big brother for every mouthful of gooshy food or drink of milk, got stuck in trees and rafters and didn't hesitate to go after prey larger than himself. Perhaps he spent his nine lives a little more quickly than he should have.

He was much loved, petted and spoiled. His humans would have preferred to have kept him to a ripe old age but are grateful for the time they had him. I hope he sleeps well under the rowan tree.


[Sputnik & Telstar as kittens, cuddling on a red duvet.]

( Professor Tinycat Sputnik )

( Sputnik, Sleevecat )

( Grown-up Sputnik )

( Sputnik & Telstar snuggling )