The first thing I did when I got home last night was want to hug Scooter. I love that cat. Some girls have human boyfriends. At this stage in my life, I have a small, orange boyfriend. 
However, when we entered the house, he didn't come to his name. Immediately, my father and I looked at all his hiding spots. I darn near had a panic attack about losing him.
You see, it was my mother that adopted Scooter. She really wanted an orange cat. When one of Matthew's friend said she found an orange kitten, my mother adopted him site unseen. She really loved Scooter, but the whole family noticed he liked me the most. Because of the connection with my mother, he's dear to me.
I found Scooter when I opened the front door. He ran straight to me. He's not an outdoor cat, so he's mostly scared of the outside. First thing he did was eat like he hadn't eaten for days. No one knows how long he was outside. Since we got home after 8, and my siblings estimated he escaped around 2 that afternoon, he was alone, outside, for 6 hours! My poor baby!
Later last night, he was on my bed, curled next to me. As he was sleeping, he started meowing. He doesn't normally meow in his sleep. All I could assume is he had a nightmare. I started petting him as soon as I could to let him know he's back in the house with me.
As for the otters? The only thing they have to do with Scooter is my dad was calling them water cats. They are of the weasel family. However, they made us miss our cats.
Posted by Shawn at November 25, 2006 11:22 AM in Flickr Photos, General.
My wife and I also have an orange cat, a female name Christy. She is 1 of 3 indoor cats and by far considered the Queen.
And if she ever got outside, I am afraid we would NEVER hear the end of it!
Great work. Jealous of the Richard Marx concerts.
Posted by: Grimm at November 26, 2006 6:46 AM
