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Nicknames: Before Catster: Duke; Doodle; Missy; The Princess. >^..^< >^..^< >^..^< >^..^< Since Catster: Scootie, Scootie Patootie, Scoots, Scooter Pie, Scootie Pie, Scoodle
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Coloration: Seal Point
Likes: Mom and Dad. Being held. Scratches behind her ears. Being outside -- exploring her back yard, smelling the fresh air, snoozing in the fresh air.
Pet-Peeves: Being left alone. Cloudy days. When the sun is shining but it's too cold to go outside. Contractors!
Favorite Toy: She's semi-retired, but still tackles catnip toys. When playful, loves a yarn pompom ball from Katrina, a pink feather on a ribbon from Louis LeBeau & Ethan (for 18th birthday) and the new pink crocheted ball from Louis and Ethan (for 19th birthday).
Favorite Nap Spot: Window perch or windowsill; "her" spot on the sofa; comfy chair outside; anywhere near Mom.
Favorite Food: Halo Liv-a-Littles freeze-dried chicken! REAL chicken! Turkey breast Dad cooks on the grill! Chicken baby food! But she eats -- and actually likes -- Royal Canin Modified canned food, made into soup, to help her kidneys.
Skills: ♥ LOVE ♥ and zzz...sleeping...zzz
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Our 5-year-old Siamese cat, SooLing, needed a companion, or so we thought. We found an ad selling Siamese kittens, and there was just one left. We're certain, however, that she was the best of the litter--at least, that's what we tell her! We brought Scooter home Dec. 17, 1988 at 8 weeks old, and we've adored her ever since. Unfortunately, our other cat SooLing did not share our adoration. They were never great pals, but they were tolerant of each other for almost 15 years until SooLing passed away in June 2003. We thought Scooter might throw a party when SooLing departed, but she grieved, too. Then she ascended to the throne.
Bio: Scooter is like sunshine -- she brightens each day for us. She's loving and affectionate, a touchy-feely cat, though only to us. True to her Siamese roots, she's very vocal, with a variety of sounds covering several octaves. With her purr in "overdrive," she puts her mouth right up to my ear -- the better to hear her! But as sweet as she is, she's also needy, whiny and demanding. She'll leave a comfy lap to go to another room and YEEEOOW-RRROW-RRROW at the top of her lungs until one of us gets up, goes to her, and picks her up -- we must prove our love, regularly. She's spoiled and ill-mannered; we're guilty and unremorseful. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now 20, she's lost weight, she wobbles, her beloved sunshine hurts her eyes, and she's accumulating a list of illnesses which slow her down some: IBD, CRF, hyperthyroidism. Yet, she still rips around now and then, still plays on occasion, and still looks wistfully toward the top of the wall that surrounds her back yard with an "I could do that" determination in her eyes. Our beautiful little Scooter sometimes misses the jump into a chair, yet envisions jumping a five-foot wall. Lately, she has shown us time after time how much grit she has, reminding us again of a nickname from earlier in her life: Duke. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Our goal is to soak up as much of her love as we can, while we try to give her even more in return, and our hope is to continue to spoil the heck out of her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scooter: Oct. 23, 1988 - Feb. 5, 2009: In June 2008, x-rays showed a spot on Scooter's right lung. In Nov. 2008, an ultrasound showed she had kidney stones, apparently the cause for painful cystitis that had plagued her off and on for sometime, and additional x-rays verified the spot on her lung. By Feb. 2009, she developed fluid in her chest cavity which made it difficult for her to breathe. The fluid was drained but it didn't relieve her breathing, so we made the painful decision to help her to the Bridge on Feb. 5, 2009. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We love you, Scooter, forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Forums Motto: It's all about 'The Scootster'
The Groups I'm In: 20/20, 3S2F, ♥ A Tribute to Simba ♥, New York Yankees Clubhouse, CRF Support Group, De House of Isaac, For The Meezers!, Frends of Skeezix (FOS), Mouseworks, Olde Furts, Pawsome Pages, SIAMESE KITTIES And Their Friends!, The (Endless) Summer of Scooter, Tiger Ranch Kittys
The Last Forum I Posted In: High Quality Dry with Lower Quality Wet?
I came from a large family, but I know I was the "pick of the litter." What's this $50, though? I'm priceless!
I have plenty to say . . . listen to
me! MREEEOOOW
I'm an Olde Furt, so I sleep a lot . . . listen to me sleep. :)
You know I didn't forget about you last month, even though I didn't write to you here. That was the 5th of May -- Isaac's Bridge date, Simba's birthday.
When I was helping Lola play the Cat Trivia Game a few days ago, we saw one of your photos with your whiskers highlighted by sunshine, along with the question, "How many whiskers does a cat have?" I helped Lola make sure she got that one right: 24.
A photo of you in the garden was on the home page for a while, too, for an article in The Cat's Meow, and then it showed up in a Catster newsletter. The purple flowers in the photo have finished blooming this year, and I couldn't help thinking of you every time I saw them in full bloom. They weren't as pretty without you posed on your little wall -- the "line" -- in front of them.
Things are lively around here with Lola. You didn't warn us she would start acting like a kitten once she got rid of those rotten teeth. Did you know?
She wants to fly the way you did, from the top of the refrigerator over and up to the top of the cabinets, just over 3 feet away. Once she gets there, she can walk along the tops of the open walls -- just like you did. She keeps eyeing it, sizing up the jump. I know we can't stop her anymore than we could stop you, so I hope she'll make it safely like you always did. She's a good jumper, but she's sooo little and her eyes as well as her aspirations are sooo BIG, I'm afraid she'll try something too big for her. But I was afraid when you tried stunts like that, too. You always had big aspirations, too, and weren't afraid to try for them.
It's been two months today since I last held you, Scooter. It seems like an eternity ago, yet sometimes it hurts like it was only an instant ago. I still love you and miss you . . . I hope you know I always will.
Three weeks ago we adopted another kitty -- Lola is her name. I think you already know about Lola, though, and probably had a paw in us finding her at just the right time, for her and for us. Thank you, Scooter. I miss you every day, but now Lola is bringing joy and smiles to us again. Thank you for the joy you brought to us for over 20 years.
Your plumbago is just starting to emerge from the ground. I had to look closely today to see that it's starting to grow again.
Over a week ago, we received a package with lovely Nirvana Candles and candleholders from Alex (the Angel)'s mom. There were 2 "eternal love" and 2 "renewal" candles -- so appropriate. Thank you. (At least I wasn't completely rude this time. I thanked Alex's mom right away, but it's taken me awhile to get around to adding thanks here.)
We also received a card and note from Kassidy, Kayleigh, Maytag, "Angel" Cole and their mom. Thank you for thinking of us.
I also want to give a huge THANK YOU for each contribution to the tribute book. The entries are amazing and touching. Special thanks go to several contributors with recent losses of their own or who are dealing with health issues for their own beloved cats. I know writing something for Scooter had to be difficult and I'm not sure I could have done the same, so I really appreciate it.
Yesterday was one month since we said goodbye to Scooter. Spring is definitely on the way here. Her plumbago isn't showing new growth yet -- it's always a late comer -- but other things are springing to life. Scooter loved supervising our work in her back yard at this time of year, when the weather was nice. During the winter, she'd forget all about going outside -- she was tough but not stupid. It gets cold out there and a heated bed inside was much nicer. Spring renewed her interest in her back yard, though.
This morning the daffodils were blooming. Renewal . . .
thanks again,
Scooter's mom
p.s. Continuing computer problems along with some lethargy on my part are making me even slower than usual. I still hope to somehow respond to everyone who sent pawmails or gifts or wrote in the tribute book. However, I'm still trying to get organized and it's going s...l...o...w...l...y. Maybe my problem is lack of a plan. :) I want to add photos of the gifts and cards we received, too, but that hasn't progressed very far, either. I know, that's not even difficult . . . what can I say?
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