Butterscotch the Cat

Our cat Butterscotch died on Labor Day, September 1, 2014 at the age of 11.  He came to us in 2003 as a second cat to Peppermint (hence the matching name).  Plus his orange tabby coat.

Butterscotch was a very easygoing cat.  As time went on he became quite a large, even fat cat, and weighed easily over 20 lbs.  When he jumped on you, you felt it.  He was a perfect match to an otherwise anxious Peppermint and an overactive Spencer, our dog of 3 years.  Spencer could bite, jump on, hump Butterscotch and Butterscotch would shrug it off.

Since he had a large appetite, Butterscotch would eat several times a day, most memorably at 3 a.m.  He would know to wake me up then.  You could set an alarm by it.  It was always easier to just feed him because he was not going back to sleep or being quiet otherwise.  With weight like he had, you could hear his paws thumping on the door or walls pretty loudly.

Always a healthy cat until the end, Butterscotch rarely had to go to the vet.  He like to be outside and memorably had a "night on the town" when he got out and stayed out all night.  He was back on the patio the next morning, ready for breakfast.

In the end, it was fitting that hunger did him in.  According to the vet, the talented and caring Dr Amanda Roge, he developed cancer or lymphoma which hit his liver and sapped his appetite.  This came on in only a week and caused him to drop significant weight.  He was half his size when he died.   Death came quickly and he died at home which seemed right for an indoor cat.

As Susan said, there's 2 cats in Kitty Heaven waiting for him.