Scooter was found under a porch with 5 other kittens, the people that had lived in the house had moved away and abandoned the kittens and the mother ( the mother was not with the kittens three days after being abandoned, she was never found.)Scooter was the runt of the litter, weighing approximately 2 lbs at four weeks of age, he was so small, he could fit in the palm of my mom's hand. She didn't want to adopt him because he was very sick and she already had a cat ( Jasper) who was six months old and a new baby - me, I was three months old, but my mom adopted him because if she didn't he would die.

Scooter was given so much love that his health had improved, when he reached maturity he weighed in at 17 lbs. He was named Scooter because when ever he stopped running he would "beep, beep" and 'scoot' around the house. Jasper had always drank from the tap in the bathroom, never a bowl of water even though there was always one around. You had to turn it on for him when he cried. He taught Scooter to do the same thing. Our cats liked car rides, lettuce, shrimp, pop tarts and cereal milk; not your average cats that's for sure! For 10 years it was just me, my Mom and our 'boys' Jasper and Scooter; we were a team; the fantastic four, we had many adventures and we traveled across Canada together.

My Mom married 2 years ago and had 2 more girls. Jasper and Scooter still remained 'the boys' of our family. When Scooter was getting close to his 13th birthday, my mom noticed that Scooter wasn't asking for a drink anymore, she picked him up and was horrified to realize how much weight he had lost. She took him to the vet to find out what was wrong, the prognosis was not good. Scooter's liver was failing. She got medicine to help him get better, but it could not save him. 10 days after he was diagnosed, Scooter died of liver failure. He was only 12 1/2 years old.
He was my cat, our friend and we loved him. My Mom and I miss him a lot. He was a part of our lives and he will never be replaced. Jasper and Scooter were the best of friends to the end. Since Scooter died Jasper's health is failing. He misses his friend and has lost a lot of weight. He is diabetic and his heart and thyroid are failing. The vet says that there is not much they can do. Jasper is my Mom's best friend and it is killing her to see him this way. She says she is torn between making the decision to have him put to sleep and watching him deteriorate. My Mom says that there will never be another cat in our house after Jasper dies because no other cats could hold a place in our hearts and lives like they did and still do...they were a part of our family and never thought of as pets.

From March 14, 1992 - September 17, 2004 that was when his life began and ended.

I love and miss you Scooter. Your death marked the beginning of the end of an era for us; the fantastic four will never again be.

A.E.R.G.
April 24,2005