It is a sad time for me. Yesterday we had to say goodbye to our beloved house cat, Scooter. While Oliver has stolen the spotlight more than once around here, Scooter was a wonderful girl. She was between thirteen and fourteen years old, which means I was eleven or twelve years old when she was born. Sadly, she was failing little by little, and we knew it was time to say goodbye.
Below is a picture of me holding Scooter when we were both a lot younger.
Scooter started out as a barn cat. When she was a pretty young kitten, she got hurt. We brought her into the house and bandaged the wound – a nasty scrape on her back leg. That leg took some time to heal, and in that time, we grew pretty attached to her, and thus, Scooter joined the family. Her leg healed up fine, except for the pink, hairless little scar on her back leg; she carried that scar with her all her life, poor dear. We named her for the way she would run across the floor and scoot to a stop playfully. Whether from her frightening kittenhood experience or not, Scooter grew up to be a very shy, timid creature who liked to keep to herself. I would fondly call her a dust bunny, because it seemed that if you so much as looked at her, she would billow out of the room like, well, a dust bunny.
A few photos of her when she was a young cat.
Here she is (on the right) with a house cat we had several years ago named Chub.
She was always a big fan of napping.
She had dark rimmed, slanted green eyes that made it look like she was wearing trendy glasses. Her nose, so pink, seemed to be extra pink when she was feeling content and happy. Scooter treasured attention, cautiously, and though she was so shy, she loved us very much. She had a very audible, sort of rasping purr (as you’ll hear in the video posted at the end of this post) that could be heard a room away sometimes. She also snored like a human being sometimes when she slept (you’ll hear that in the video too).
Scooter saw many cats come and go throughout her life. I’ve rescued and raised many orphaned kittens, and she was always pretty good about other cats being in the house. Oh sure, she would hiss and made a fuss at first, but then she mellowed out.
Pictured here is Scooter on the right, and sibling kittens that I took in. One of them is Chub from the above photo.
And then there was the day she met Oliver. Oliver was just a young kitten when he came to live with me, and he’s sleeping in a chair beside me right now. I am especially thankful for him today.
While they didn’t have the most loving of friendships (Oliver always wanted to play, and Scooter would hiss and run away instead), they had their sweet moments together.
Below is actually the last picture I took of Scooter.
Scooter was never a very playful cat, but she did have her moments of silliness.
When she was trying to get your attention, she would balance upright and make a funny clapping motion with her front paws. I have never seen another cat do anything quite like that.
But above all, she liked to nap.
And nap. 🙂
She reminded me of an owl with her stout shape and big, unblinking eyes.
But she was a beauty. Here are a few of my favorite photos of her.
She looks so blue in color below, doesn’t she?
A short video of her.
Goodbye, sweet Scooter. You will be missed so much.
Thank you for looking, and if you have a cat, give him or her a hug today.