Even though he wasn't my cat, he held a special place in my heart. He was a stray at my Aunt Ann and Uncle George's house when I was young and they took him in. When they sold their house to my cousin Marilee and bought an RV, Marilee took him. He was a special guy, when they found him his eye was infected and they had to have it removed. He never seemed to mind, he was just glad to have a good home. My cousin had to put him down this week due to advanced cancer. Scooter, you'll be missed!