Monday was the 3rd anniversary of Scoop's death. I didn't say anything at the time because I still miss my old fuzzy a lot.
I miss the way Scoop curled up in the crook of my arm in his best Doughnut Impression.
I miss the way Scoop shouted MEOW RAUUUUW to announce he was back from his walk.
I loved his corkscrew tail that made him such an icon of the kampung kuching, the Malaysian kitty.
I loved the way he was so kind to Au when he was a tiny baby cat.
I even miss the way Scoop used to try and shout me out of bed at 3AM, and the way he's stand just behind the door and pop his head round for each shout, so that my Ammunition Pillow sailed harmlessly past him.