Goodbye, my Babyface

I had to put kitty-boy to sleep. It was cancer in his abdomen. And on one of his adrenal glands. And something with his intestine that I can't remember the name of but it means it was telescoping in on itself.

Scootch is the first cat that was really mine. I got him in December of 1989, when I was 21 and he was a mere 5 weeks old. I love him immensely and it's been heartbreaking to see him declining so much in this past year. He's been a very good kitty-boy. I will miss him tremendously.