C.J. Tunes is a male Tabby Mix born June 13, 2016
and last adopted November 1, 2018.
He is 3 years and 8 months old.
Welcome to C.J. Tunes’ profile. Here you’re going to read a lot about the real C.J. and what happened with him. Please understand this was very hard to write, and that I put a lot of time and effort into his profile. I hope you enjoy his profile. Please feel free to play with him, take photos, and just have fun with this boy!
C.J. was the sweetest cat ever, no exaggeration is needed. He loved tuna, loved his best friend Zoe, and of course, his family. He was so sweet! Catnip got him wild, but never wild enough to bite me. C.J. would always be there for you when you needed him. He’d let you do whatever you wanted to him (not in a harmful way obviously). Like for example, you could dress him up and he’d just sit there letting you take a billion photos of him and just being adorable in general. Let’s go back a few years. Before my old cat, Chloe, died he used to try and play with her. At first we didn’t really see him as the nicest cat ever… to well other cats. He’d make her scream and stuff, which I believe he didn’t mean to as he was young and playful. When she passed, he was alone for months. When we got a new kitten, Zoe, we thought he’d be a little angry. Reality is… he absolutley loved her. You can even say he raised her because we had her since she was 6 weeks old. Yes, she’s way different than him but he most definitley shaped the way she acts sometimes haha. They were best friends, nobody even if they tried could tear them apart. C.J. would let her eat first, play with her, etc.. they loved each other so much. They’d nap together, be on my bed together for goodness sake. When Zoe had her cone on, C.J. would try to help her out and just be very helpful towards her.
His personality was filled with difference. He was a very unique cat, which is what makes him so very special. He was always someone who would protect those he loved. C.J. was like a dog, willing to warn us of danger (luckily there was none) and things like that. When we got our dog, Blaze, he would fight him (we watched and made sure no one was hurt obviously) because my mom would scream (lol) and he would race in and fight him. He’d get all puffy, and he’d hiss which let me tell you is far from how he acts. An animal is an animal, they have their instinks but he never hissed. Other than a little bwaby hiss aww! He was tough, just not very scary until Blaze came. C.J. was also very understanding, and willing. He would do anything for us to be happy. He’d let us put him where we wanted him to be for pictures and videos, he’d let us dress him up for goodness sake! Not very many cats do that without getting forced/torchured into it, literally. Instead, he sat there, never meowed or hissed. C.J. let me puts hats on him, glasses, etc.. C.J. was just an outstanding cat, no doubting that! His personality was bright, too. he was always such a nice kitty and loved loved loved attention! I remember once I thought C.J. was my dog’s nose because my dog shoves his nose into people sometimes but in reality, it was C.J. getting my attention, and I really loved that about him. He’d wait for me to get out of the bathroom, after school, and just in general. All in all, he was the sweetest cat ever and I miss his meow, his friendliness, his love, everything about him is missed but treasured.
One day in the forums, I was thinking about getting a few pets for mine and Sandy’s Christmas rehoming. I thought a tabby mix would be perfect, and so I made a thread looking for one. HugZ posted and said she’d give me one for 45FD and asked what gender I’d like. I said I didn’t care, but the moment after I bought him I loved him. I immediatley named him C.J. and played with him. I’m so glad I went searching for him because he is just perfect!
The day before Easter, 2011, we were painting eggs like we always do. My dad used to always get us Dunkin Donuts randomly, lol. But that day was different. When he came walking in the door, something happened where C.J. was “Meowing donuts!”. He was in a big box, which for some reason we thought was a donut box haha! C.J. was a huge surprise, I’m so glad it was him my dad picked out!
There are countless of memories, honestly. I’m going to start from younger years, to much more recent. Some will be short sentences, others might be paragraphs. Also, I gave them little names and bolded them so if any catch your interest you should most definitley read! WARNING: Not all are good memories.
Naming Him: My dad was holding him and we were all sitting at the table. The name I really, desperatley wanted was Mittens. I think I was obsessed with that name, I just remember sitting at the table and someone (can’t remember) thought of Calvin Junior/C.J..
Meeting Chloe: We took C.J. upstairs to meet our older cat, Chloe. I don’t remember it all but just C.J. laying there next to her.
The Night before Easter: C.J. was just laying there as a little kitten, the first night with him. I was a kitten hog, sat next to him and hardly paid any attention to the movie playing as I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
Holding C.J. for the First Time: I remember my mom was passing him to me, my brother, and sister, and that we were scared. I think (?) my brother and sister refused but I do remember having him on me for a quick few seconds.
Flying Down the Stairs: So I was behind my brother (he was 3 ok) and so C.J. bit him; probably because of the way my younger brother was holding him. After C.J. bit him (both were so young!) my brother threw him down the stairs. I don’t mean 1-10 stairs I mean almost totally upstairs like 2/3 stairs down! We raced downstairs and put him in his cat bed to see what happened. He hurt his leg for life, and my brother was then sent to him room (for a short amount of time).
Attack!: At 5am I woke up to hear Chloe screaming. I raced downstairs in the dark (brave me haha) and I saw C.J. trying to play with Chloe, though attack playing. I took Chloe, pet C.J. and ran back upstairs with Chloe. C.J. meowed and I felt bad for them both.
Exercise Day: Me and my sister made a C.J. Tunes video of C.J. exersising. So my sister would have him in her arms and making him run. He was fine, by the way. It was just so cute and funny. I was singing in his voice I made, (very high pitched) and it was just so funny.
Birthday: I remember giving him his food on his 6th/7th birthday and just making a C.J. Tune video. It was adorable!
Chased Woody: After school in like 4th/5th grade Woody (uncle’s dog) was just kinda standing there, or something and then out of the blue, C.J. chased him. It was kind of funny, though it wasn’t very nice!
Saying Goodbye/Seeing Chloe for the Last Time: Not exactly a good bye, he saw her when she was gone. In the box the vet gave us, and I’m not kidding. We showed him so he would know what happened to her but he looked very scared. It was very sad.
Tuna Explosion!: My sister and me were giving C.J. tuna when all of a sudden the tuna exploded when the lid came off. C.J. just went right in and started eating. He went in the bathroom with me so he wouldn’t get sick by eating too much of the tuna!
New Kitten: When we got Zoe, Zoe gave a big mighty hiss. They seemed fine together, though we thought C.J. would be a big bully to her. Luckily, they turned out to be the best of friends.
Best Friends: C.J. and Zoe would wrestle around with each other, lay together, heck they’d both sleep on my bed (rarely; mostly when Zoe had her cone on) and it was hard to sleep with the both of them there haha. C.J. would let Zoe eat first, and with Chloe that was nothing like him! But Zoe brought the best out of C.J. towards other kitties- well at least to her!
Christmas 2018: On Christmas I gave C.J. lots of catnip since he got some in his stocking (as well as Zoe’s) and I put it in a box and he was inside it, rolling around, etc.. It was adorable!
There are way more and I mean way more! But these are the ones I can describe the best, and the first things to come to mind.
This is a very small amount of pictures due to him having 700+ pictures taken of him. He would have had more if when we were younger, we had access to devices that took pictures and if we were actually good at it. That’s probably the only reason on why I wish we had access to devices when we were younger, otherwise I’m so glad we didn’t.
So that day was a good day, for the most part. Honestly, I’d like to see them as seperate days as the good thing was so much fun…and then the next part of the day terrible. We were so happy and excited that day too. Little did we know it’d end in tears. We were doing a Smashball tournament for my brother’s baseball. It’s basically dodgeball, and it was a lot of fun. We didn’t win much… but still haha. I was pretty good at surviving, anyways. Anyways, in the morning of that day C.J. got his last bowl of tuna, which he got a little extra for some reason. We got Fortnite wins too, that day which made us pretty hyped up because why not. When we got home from the Smashball tournament, we did our usual. I was on here, checking in when all of a sudden, C.J. puked. It sounded more painful than ever. I thought it was normal though, little did I know it was the thing that almost caused his death, but at the same time not really? After he puked, his back legs wouldn’t work. At first we thought it was just his bad leg, but it was both, sadly. He ran upstairs (surprisingly) and my dad put him on his and my mom’s bed. We pet him, and just tried to see what was wrong. My dad called the vet, my mom was frustrated, and C.J. got off of the bed into their closest. It’s a small walk in closet so it’s pretty easier to pet him and such. He laid on my mom’s shoes, and was panting a lot. I told him he’d be okay, but when I heard my dad say his legs were paralyzed I started crying. Yep, I was the first to cry because I couldn’t bare to see him in pain. After minutes of waiting, we brought him downstairs. Zoe never got to say goodbye. We drove to the vet, and when we got in the room we saw him panting on the table. He pooped on the weighing machine, which was nothing like him, either. We pet him and the vet said something about heart failure. My mom started to cry and the vet gave more information. When we had the choice to make whether for him to join Chloe in Heaven or suffer and die in a few months most likely. We chose the kind decision, because we didn’t want to see him suffer. We cried for a long time, and I didn’t want him to leave. Everyone was crying, my whole family. Then the assistant came in to put something on his front legs, we had to wait there crying. Finally, and sadly, they came back with C.J. and the vet put the needle in. We all said good bye, and with my hand on him, he joined Heaven. I couldn’t believe that just happened, it turned from an amazing day to the worst day of my life.
The next day, we buried him. But, before that he caught his first and last mouse. How? Well, my dad had mouse traps which never got used really but were there just in case. But the night C.J. spent in his box and in the garage, a mouse was caught. C.J. had caught the mouse, it just seems so incredible how that happened. Fast forward to when we were about to bury him, we all wrote a letter to him. It was super hard not to cry when writing that letter. When we went outside, we opened up the box so we could see him again and put the letters and tuna inside of the box with C.J.. I cried a little again, it was too hard to see him in there….not alive or warm or not so hard. When he was buried, we told him we loved him and went back inside. Honestly, we couldn’t believe we had to do that.
These were the words in the moment, the first thing I wrote.
Passed away Febuary 9, 2019 due to having a bad heart and his legs not working anymore because of a bloodclot that exploded or something when he puked. After he puked his legs were paralized and we went to the vet and they said what was wrong. After that (and a lot of tears, questions, etc) we decided to let him go, to say goodbye so he didn’t have to suffer. This is offically the worst day of 2019.