Captain Crunch ***Special Needs: FIV+***

Captain Crunch: a cow cat big lug in need of a savvy human or family who knows my type and gets me<br/><br/>Captain Crunch's story: First, about the name. I did not pick it. I have to blame Tufts, where I was surrendered by a Good Samaritan. I don't know much more, other than next thing you know I'm being poked and prodded by the medical team, and I didn't like it very much, So, I may have happened to bite a technician to show my dissatisfaction. Admittedly, I was not using my best judgment and that landed me in kitty jail for 10 days for a quarantine, per state regulation.<br/><br/>Oopsie. I am really sorry.<br/><br/>After that I was free to go, and I went! I was a feral grouch that needed socialization, so Tufts called in the big guns to get me all happy and domesticated: Fitchburg Friends of Felines.<br/><br/>My foster mom calls me Captain Crunch, Crunch A Munch, Honey Bunch, Poofy Wunch... In that order, and admittedly I think it's adorable. But when she calls to me, she says, "Oh, Captain, my Captain" and I come running! I follow her around and she gives me treats. I do get a bit impatient while she's pouring the treats and try to help her by batting them out of the container, but she is forgiving and knows I just love my Friskies Party Mix! Temptations are good, too.<br/><br/>You would think by my size, I would not be a picky eater. Oh Contraire!<br/><br/>I am a big guy, like 16 lbs, but I squeak like a wimp. It is amusing. It is like the hulk with a high pitch voice. My voice does not match my body, but maybe that makes me more of a softie.<br/><br/>I also do this quirky head bobbing thing when you try to pet me. It is like if I had a wig on and was tossing my hair... it is adorable! At least, that is what everyone else says... <br/><br/>So here was the challenge: I was feral. And a little, well, independent. So I was reluctant to do anything the first couple months, including going into a carrier for my doctor appointments. I do need mother's Little helper AKA Gabapentin to chill me out so I could actually get there. But when I did, everything showed I was in great health!<br/><br/>I mean, other than this FIV thing... I feel fine!<br/><br/>The only thing left for me to do was to get an attitude adjustment. Which, I was a little stubborn with that whole domestication thing. Prozac to the rescue!<br/><br/>I have come a long way. Now I'm a little overly nice, and working through my happy aggressive behaviors, I guess we will say. I like people now and don't want to stay away. I like getting pet, and walking around my foster's home, and buddying up to cats to play. Some are old fogies and don't want to play. Their loss. I mean, I do play a little rough, so I may need either another young, big, rough and tumble pal or a big dog to keep up in my hopefully forever home.<br/><br/>So, I am pretty chill with the Prozac. I am also a great eater so taking my meds is never a problem. I'm also got some behavioral therapy as well as I had this obsession with her fingers and trying to eat them. Not anymore! I no longer have a desire to chomp on them. Well, maybe occasionally, but I am a slow mover, so my foster mom moves faster. And when I do, it is just a kitten bite, no harm.<br/><br/>I had to learn how to play with the other kitties at my foster home. I would try to dominate them and just get excited and put all my weight on them to say hi... which, well, they don't appreciate. It used to end up turning into a bit of an argument. I would get really grouchy but my foster mom would redirect me, asking if I want treats, and I would forget all about whoozie whatzit that I wanted to fight and go to my room for treats, happily. Now I am used to them, they are used to me, and although I have not made any close bonds with any of the kitties, and still get in occasionalntifda with them my human and I are great!<br/><br/>In fact, I love all humans I meet now! I follow them around, and will wait on the other side of the door all night if I have to just to hang afterwards. I am a loyal companion, like a dog, but I don't play fetch.<br/><br/>And, now I am sitting on my human's lap and purring. it took a year for me to figure out that purry mechanism out.<br/><br/>I do have my toys, but I am happy to entertain myself. My favorite thing is this wave scratcher that my foster mom says I make a mess of the carpet because it is cardboard, and when I scratch it, well, it sheds, but I don't think she minds.<br/><br/>And she got me this big heavy cat tower I love to perch in. so if I go, it comes with me. Just an FYI.<br/><br/>My ideal home would be with a patient, cat savvy family that gets I can be a bit overbearing but can be redirected. At the rate I am going, I am sure that happy aggression will continue to fade to just happy.<br/><br/>Children are probably a no just in case they don't get my cues, but I would trust me with adults and big personality, dominant cats. They don't have to be big cats. In fact the little ones are the ones that have put me in my place and we get along just fine. Well, I stay away from, we will say I just need maybe another dominant kitty that can put me in my place, because the nice, sweet, happy, adorable ones fall victim to my aggressive play and admittedly, this is why I'm on Prozac and getting behavior therapy.<br/><br/>I am working through it.<br/><br/>How about a big dog? I bet we would get along great! Little dogs, I would probably dominate. So let go with big dogs.<br/><br/>Maybe an empty nester would be good for me, too. I can be flexible. I hope you consider getting to know me!<br/><br/>Fitchburg Friends of Felines facilitates a foster to adopt program that places the intended adoptee with the potential adoptive family. This ensures that your feline companion is the perfect fit as well as provides support as you both transition into your new life together.<br/><br/>You can fill out an adoption application here:<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe1685w60NjfU2eeE55Cd57TAaEZU7bERjyY825EMto48sTQw/viewform<br/><br/>Please reach out to Fitchburg Friends of Felines directly at 978-222-3170 or fitchburgfriendsoffelines@gmail.com with questions. Thank you for considering adoption!<br/><br/>type: DSH<br/>temperament: Quirky, talkative, funny<br/>age / weight: 4 y/o, 16 lbs<br/>sex: M<br/>likes cats: yes, but some, no<br/>likes dogs: unsure<br/>likes kids:. unsure, would say no due to quirky behavior<br/>specific needs: FIV+, cat savvy parents needed to read queues

Captain Crunch: a cow cat big lug in need of a savvy human or family who knows my type and gets me

Captain Crunch's story: First, about the name. I did not pick it. I have to blame Tufts, where I was surrendered by a Good Samaritan. I don't know much more, other than next thing you know I'm being poked and prodded by the medical team, and I didn't like it very much, So, I may have happened to bite a technician to show my dissatisfaction. Admittedly, I was not using my best judgment and that landed me in kitty jail for 10 days for a quarantine, per state regulation.

Oopsie. I am really sorry.

After that I was free to go, and I went! I was a feral grouch that needed socialization, so Tufts called in the big guns to get me all happy and domesticated: Fitchburg Friends of Felines.

My foster mom calls me Captain Crunch, Crunch A Munch, Honey Bunch, Poofy Wunch... In that order, and admittedly I think it's adorable. But when she calls to me, she says, "Oh, Captain, my Captain" and I co

Captain Crunch: a cow cat big lug in need of a savvy human or family who knows my type and gets me

Captain Crunch's story: First, about the name. I did not pick it. I have to blame Tufts, where I was surrendered by a Good Samaritan. I don't know much more, other than next thing you know I'm being poked and prodded by the medical team, and I didn't like it very much, So, I may have happened to bite a technician to show my dissatisfaction. Admittedly, I was not using my best judgment and that landed me in kitty jail for 10 days for a quarantine, per state regulation.

Oopsie. I am really sorry.

After that I was free to go, and I went! I was a feral grouch that needed socialization, so Tufts called in the big guns to get me all happy and domesticated: Fitchburg Friends of Felines.

My foster mom calls me Captain Crunch, Crunch A Munch, Honey Bunch, Poofy Wunch... In that order, and admittedly I think it's adorable. But when she calls to me, she says, "Oh, Captain, my Captain" and I come running! I follow her around and she gives me treats. I do get a bit impatient while she's pouring the treats and try to help her by batting them out of the container, but she is forgiving and knows I just love my Friskies Party Mix! Temptations are good, too.

You would think by my size, I would not be a picky eater. Oh Contraire!

I am a big guy, like 16 lbs, but I squeak l