Tribute to Scrappycat
When you have a 20 year old cat, you know that you are going to have to write the “goodbye” post.
What can I say about her. She was my cat. Oh she tolerated the other members of the family, but she was mine. She was usually the first thing I saw in the morning when I opened my eyes, and the last thing before I closed them to sleep at night.
She supervised my sewing, my blogging, my cooking, my gardening, my reading. There is not a moment of my daily life that Scrappycat did not take part in.
I can’t even begin to tell you what a special cat she was. We’ve had lots of cats, and will probably have many more, but there will never be another like Scraps. She ruled our entire house with a firm, but gentle paw. If another cat was hurt, she rushed to be next to them, meowing in empathy. If the humans in the house were fighting or yelling, she was right between them, slapping at their legs to get them to stop.
I am a better person for having loved and been loved by Scrappycat.