Last Friday, the Rabbit Girls and I posted a movie for our dear, sweet, Scottie Cat (a.k. a. F. Scott Fitzgerald). Scottie had rather suddenly taken ill a couple of weeks ago, and we thought it would be nice to honor him.
We didn't really know what was wrong with him, though his symptoms could mostly be chalked up to old age (he was somewhere between 17 and 20 years old-- we never knew how old he was when we adopted him).
We first met Scottie at our local Humane Society. The Chick had gone there to pick out a cat. She had just gotten Ernie, who was a teeny kitten who made funny pterodactyl sounding sounds, and who needed a friend. When she walked past the cats in their little cat pens, Scottie reached out and grabbed her. From that very second, she knew that he was our cat-- he picked us. Well, he picked her at any rate.
The Humane Society would not let her take him home. She had just moved into an apartment, and they needed tons of proof that, since she was living in an apartment, that having a cat was OK with her landlord, etc. She didn't have that.
At the time, I was still living with my parents while just beginning graduate school. So the next day, I went in by myself and snatched Scottie. They had no problem giving him to me, since I lived in a residence with my family. Scottie seemed confused. "Don't worry," I told him on the way to the Chick's apartment. "You'll like where I'm taking you. I promise."
And that was that. We had two sweet orange and white cats.
At first, Scottie was depressed. He would sit at the window and cry and cry. He would sit and stare at the walls. Slowly, Ernie taught him how to play. They remained best friends for 13 years.
Ever since Ernie packed up and moved to Sparkle Pond a few years ago now, Scottie has been lonely for him.
At 2:30 Am on Saturday, June 19, 2010, they were reunited.
We still don't really know what was wrong with Scottie, and frankly, it doesn't matter. He lived a good, long life full of playing and snuggling and loving and lots of brothers and sisters. He loved his rabbits and he loved to eat. He could sit in the window for hours with his big, fluffy orange squirrel tail floating around in the breeze. Scottie loved people. He would greet people like a butler at the door, and as soon as they sat down, he'd want to be on their lap.
He loved everyone equally and well. We can all learn from that attribute.
You will be missed, sweet Scottie. Sparkle Pond will be a better place because of you. And Ernie will be happy to see you. I can't say the same for Jobie and Rosie, since they weren't always so sure of you as Ernie was, but they will at least give you a nod and a growl if nothing else.
Thank you for being such a wonderful cat, Scottie.
Scottie in the Rabbit Room with Zoe-- just last week.
Scottie's last portrait Pre-Sparkle Pond,
again taken last week in his Rabbits' Room.
Still so handsome.
Rest in Peace, Scottie. We'll love you forever.