The bipolar cat with two names
Blog-Stedman and I had cats out of wedlock.
I know it is shocking.
Before we were married we were living in California. He was in an apartment in the Redlands Lawn & Tennis Club – believe me, it wasn’t nearly as swanky as it sounds. I mean it wasn’t exactly false advertising…there was lawn and there was tennis...but the club part may have been a slight exaggeration.
Next door to his one bedroom apartment lived a single mom of a 7 year old girl. The daughter was home alone so she spent a lot of time over at his place when I was there. She had two cats. The cats both had kittens within 3 weeks of each other which was timed perfectly for her mom’s midnight move out of town followed by a visit from the Texas Rangers trying to hunt her down. Anyway, the neighbor’s hasty move didn’t include the relocation of a grand total of 11 cats. Those were left on the patio to fend for themselves.
So, their cats became our cats.
When the kittens became old enough to give away, we did so. Except for one who became ill and I nursed back to life. That is how we ended up with cat #1: Tigger. I couldn’t part with her sweet little tiger-striped self.
And then about 4 months later one of the kittens we had given to a friend was returned.
Yep. My friend returned the cat. After the cute period.
And after naming her Hillary.
And that is how we ended up with two cats.
Soon after blog-Stedman and I got married…just to make our little family legitimate.
And then 6 years later we adopted another cat. We figured there wasn’t much difference between two cats and three…this is exactly the slippery slope thinking that gets cat people into trouble.
Scooter was a part of a litter that was abandoned one night in a thunderstorm near a friend’s house.
Friends don’t let friends adopt cats.
Anyway, three it was. Tigger, Hillary and Scooter. They were all pretty dysfunctional individually, but together made a semi-functioning team.
The cat pack.
Tigger died awhile ago. Hillary lived on about 6 additional months.
That has left Scooter.
The lone man-cat. The man-cat alone.
Before you shed a tear in his behalf, let me mention that he is crazy.
Not officially, but obviously.
He is the sweetest, purringist, rubbingist, lovingist sugar lump of a cat one minute and a spawn of the devil the next.
He will be cuddled up on my lap while I watch TV in all his purring cat glory and then randomly without warning it is WHEN ANIMALS ATTACK.
That darn cat.
People are scared of him. And for good reason.
The funny thing is that those people are adults. For some reason (probably a subconscious self-preservation) he acts differently with children.
He is still ornery, but not evil.
He will let a child maul him, but just give a warning bite to the hand – never breaking the skin.
He will let a child lay on top of him, but get up and leave when he tires of the play.
Quite honestly, it is crazy. He is really good with the kids and really awful with the adults.
Reid named him Scratchy a few years ago –Scratchy because he likes to be scratched.
The name stuck.
Scratchy it is…among the children.
Scooter it is…among the wounded adults.
Overall it seems to fit.
He is the bipolar cat with two names.
we have a new cat — Ms. Daisy. She just walked up to the house and moved in. She is so good with the boys. Every once in a while I catch Jamie petting her too – and he HATES cats….
I Had a cat, Lillie< before I met my husband. He was good about it. My Tilly became such a cat lover that she said “lillie” two months before she said “mommy”! I wasn’t REALLY offended.
I’m glad you guys got married before the cats grew up!
Hubs adopted our cat back when I was PREGNANT with our son to prove to our middle-child daughter that he loves her more than anyone else in the world ever could. I wonder what it says about how he feels about me, though – I’m horribly allergic to cats. Jerk.
I miss our cat, she was totally off her rocker & had a split personality too but she was still precious.
I promise you that I have NEVER known that cats name until today. Never.
Oh – and by the way – your site still saves my information – I just got on here and there sits my name, email and website….weird.
I demand a full investigation into Hillary and Tigger’s deaths.
What a nice story. Almost makes me wish I was a cat person…but then I wake up.
We had a cat like that. People feared for their calves when they came to visit.
Aren’t all cats schizo? That’s been my experience anyway…
Aren’t all cats weird? Mine, we usually do not know she is around. She is very good at hiding somewhere out of sight of the 2 and 4 year olds. I can go for days without seeing her. Of course, this is only because my 15 yr old son cleans her litter box and feeds her upstairs. Since we moved our bedroom down to the family room, so the kids could have all 3 bedrooms, I rarely go upstairs, which is where she hangs out.
Wow! I had an evil cat once, but she was equal opportunity vicious. People are always complaining that cats tend to be bad with kids and good with adults – maybe he is the exception that proves the rule?
My son was set on calling our cat “Rocky the Danger Cat” but we grown-ups could not bring ourselves to say that out loud to a vet. So he’s just Rocky, except to our son who I believe silently says “the danger cat” to himself whenever the thing name is mentioned.
And he’s not remotely dangerous but maybe slightly evil.
What on Earth is that cat doing to that child and why I haven’t I seen that picture on LOLcatz yet?
I’m wondering what years you were in Redlands, and if we overlapped?
We used to get the biggest kick out of our neighborhood in Loma Linda. My next door neighbor and I (we figured we were the only normal ones on the block — by our own judgement, mind you) used to say that nowhere in the USA could you see so many full grown men riding their bikes down the street in the middle of the day. (Which means basically they didn’t have cars or jobs — at least normal hours ones.) Come to think of it, we inherited 3 cats during our So. Cal stint too.