The Day I Picked My Human

The Day I Picked My Human

Hello. I am Cappuccino, owner of this house and of this website. Let me set the record straight, I was not adopted, I chose to be adopted. Today it was hot, and a human with a very scratchable hand walked down my street. I gave him the slow tail-up walk. He never stood a chance.

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The first meeting. I went straight for the shoes.

A pale orange cat with a curled tail walks across a textured grey surface.
A cream and ginger cat relaxes as a man gently strokes its back on a gravel surface.

The audition. I was very professional.

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Then I walked him down the road, to make sure he knew the way.

Ten minutes later I was in a car. I had never been in a car. I decided the safest place was on a lap, and I have been deciding that ever since.

A ginger cat rests comfortably in a person’s lap inside a car, looking towards the camera.
A cream and ginger tabby looks sternly at the camera while resting on a patterned blanket in a car.

My first car ride. Lap seat, window view, no seatbelt. Ideal.

A shirtless man crouches, holding a cream and ginger tabby to his chest.

Dad, shortly after realising he now has a cat.

By the evening I had inspected the house, approved the sofa and got Dad to play me a song on his guitar. Not bad for day one.

A cream and ginger tabby sits upright on a person’s lap, looking directly at the camera.
A ginger cat sits on a patterned blanket in a whitewashed room with a blue door.
A shirtless man plays an acoustic guitar with a cream and ginger cat sitting on his lap.

Day one: inspection complete.

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First night. Chin scratches are now part of the contract.