Before I go ahead with Scotchy's story, I have some bad news about Sugar. The vet was able to bring her out of the anesthesia and she seemed to be doing better, but when they checked on her at 1 am Wednesday morning, she had gone to the Rainbow Bridge. The combination of her wounds and her kidney problems just proved too much for her. I'll be doing her tribute tomorrow.
About three and a half years ago a fluffy orange, black and white kitty showed up at Kellykat's house and just began hanging around. She didn't act very feral, but no one could find out where she came from. She was quite persistent in wanting to be adopted, so Kellykat gave in and named her Scotchy
. Scotchy fit right in, although she sometimes seemed to want to take over being Alpha cat from Sugar. Sugar always put her in her place and they were all friends again. Scotchy torments Stryder a bit at times, but Stryder does the same to her. Scotchy really enjoys hanging out on the wooden porch in the sunshine. From there she can watch the birds and anything else interesting going on in the neighborhood. She enjoys her nip quite a bit and loves to rub her face in it. She graciously allows herself to be combed and brushed, to keep her floof looking its best. The picture shows Scotchy playing one of her favorite games. See that delightfully floofy tummy there? Better not touch it. Scotchy loves showing off her tummy, but will grab, bunnykick and bite any hand that dares touch it. She doesn't bite very hard and doesn't use her claws when she bunnykicks. It's all a game to her. Kellykat knows this game well and will go around and pet Scotchy's back or side, or go for the tummy and pull her hand away quickly.
Scotchy likes to bite the hand that pets her
Tummy, when her Momma lets her.
It's like a game
In which no blame
Falls on Scotchy if she bites her.