An Ode to Scott

Great Scott.

August 2009-May 2013

Scott. His name began as a joke. A cat named Scott. Quickly, he fully embodied that name in physical stature and spirit.
He went by lots of other names: Scoot. Scooterdoot. Scottsdale. Senor Fluffypants. Scotty. Pud Pud. Scott Jenkins. Big boy. Scotty Bumpo. Scotts. He responded to most of them. He also came when we whistled, when we drummed on the lid of his catnip jar, when he heard you turn on water, when he sensed kale was being chopped...
He greeted us when we returned home by trotting up the sidewalk and meowing loudly. He would quickly melt into a puddle of purring fur and demand a belly rub. He was a dog-cat--no, he was just Scott.
Even when he was demanding something, you couldn't help but smile or laugh at his pose, his giant yellow eyes, or the sounds that he could make. So much personality. So much love- pure love. He never bit or scratched. He let you carry him around like a sack of potatoes - a 16 lb. sack of potatoes. This 16 lb sack of potatoes could jump higher than any cat I've ever met.

Scott joined us in Port Angeles in October 2009. He joined us about a month after our wedding. We quickly became a little family unit out here on the Olympic Peninsula. It sounds silly to say out loud,  but  that's what we were. Ask any of our friends, family, or co-workers and you will discover that we were a little nutty about this guy. But, besides one another, we spent more time with Scott that anyone else. When Justin was away in the woods for 8-day tours, Scott kept me company and even took Justin's spot in the bed. I have no doubt he did the same when I was away. We took care of each other.

He wasn't just a cat, he was Great Scott. We're still learning from you, buddy.