The House...of Buttafuoco

We have another member of the family. We brought my sister's cat, Vinnie Buttafuoco, home with us from our Memorial Day trip to MN. Our incumbent cat, Sofia B., is Vinnie's littermate, and they spent a good eight years together, so we weren't sure how the sibs would get along after four or so years apart.



Surprisingly, there's a good deal of harmony. They're not best buds anymore, but they don't hiss at each other too much, and the extent of the fights have been Sof running up, swatting him on the head, and running away. Both are very goodnatured. Vinnie was great in the car, although the Valium probably had a lot to do with that.



They're very Felix and Oscar. Sofia is a tortoiseshell calico, and is very slight. People see her and can't believe she's full-grown, let alone almost 13 years old. Vinnie is a wicked huuuuge lump of ginger tabby, with paws like catcher's mitts because of his extra toes. He also has a meow like a yodel, or a baby talking.



Buy me a scanner and you can see pictures. Bwaahaha!