In early November 2002, we brought home two kittens from the shelter, even though we already had more cats than anyone who isn’t a crazy cat person has. Trouble, the black and white tuxedo cat, was supposed to be Michael’s kitten. Scooby, the gray and black tabby, was supposed to be Daniel’s. They, of course, had other ideas!
It still blows my mind that anyone could abandon these two cute little kittens. (They were found together on the side of the road.) They were so darn cute and so sweet. Trouble was really friendly, which is why Michael chose him. Scooby was more shy but also really sweet.
Sure, they could be troublemakers. Trouble shredded all the curtains his first few days here and Scooby got himself into all kinds of crazy predicaments. As adolescents they became terrible bullies. They drove one of our cats away (she moved in with a little girl down the street) and relentlessly terrorized poor, passive Frosty any time his mom wasn’t around to protect him.
And loyal they are not! Trouble quickly abandoned Michael to become my cat and Scooby abandoned Daniel to become Michael’s cat. He was completely devoted to Michael until a few years ago when he seemed to have an epiphany something along the lines of, “hey, that Mom chick does lots of stuff for me. I think I’ll hang with her now!”
They both have moments where they seem fierce, blood-thirsty and possessed by evil. Trouble is showing his displeased face below. This look can quickly turn into his I’m-going-to-eat-you-when-you’re-dead look.
But they both have so many loving moments and endearing qualities. Trouble is cuddly and talkative and Scooby is sweet, funny and very kitten-like, always finding strange places to make himself a nest. If there’s an open space, he can’t resist climbing in.
Although they were inseparable as kittens, they grew apart and Scooby can’t stand the sight of Trouble, who is a clueless nerd about personal space. Their battles usually end with Scooby walking off in a huff and Trouble laying down where he intended to all along, seemingly clueless that he was just in a battle.
It seems impossible that it’s been thirteen years since we brought them home, although so much has changed since then. The boys (human) have grown from little kids to teenagers. We got a dog, she became the center of the family (liking Baby more than each other is something Trouble and Scooby could agree on!) and then we lost her. We lost our cats Butter, Junkie and Sassafras. We got another dog. Michael graduated and started college.
It also seems impossible that Trouble and Scooby are old men now. Cat age calculators say they are 68-years-old. Time really does fly by.
Happy anniversary kitty boys! I hope we have many more years together.