Butterscotch was a beautiful male tabby. He was orange and white and perfectly symmetrical down to the little black freckile right in the center of his bottom lip. He had amazingly golden eyes to match his fur. Butterscotch was born in 2000 when my husband and I started dating. My husband fell in love with him and that's when it was a done deal. He was ours! My husband named him Butterscotch because of his color. He would let my husband lay him on his back and scratch his belly. He would lift his front paws up to us and let us stretch them. Everyone thought he was such a smart cat to do that; to know that it felt good to stretch. When he was a kitten he would chase me around our apartment. We could play for hours just stalking each other. His favorite mouse was nicknamed "Buttermouse" and that's what we would say when we would play with him. " Where's your Buttermouse?"Butterscotch loved to play with bread or garbage bag twist ties. He loved chasing reflections/flashlights on the wall. He liked batting around the ring that comes off of milk gallon caps. When I brought my son home from the hospital, he would get tired of the crying and come bite me in the back of the leg gently; "Make it stop!" :) This may sound strange but Butterscotch was my bathroom kitty. He became used to getting fresh water out of the sinks and it was like he had bathroom radar. He would rush past me and beat me there. He was given ice water, because he liked it really cold. Butterscotch liked to chew on plastic. Plastic bags, crunchy bags, ribbons, bows, wrapping paper; it didn't matter. He especially liked the plastic trash bag handles. I'd take out the trash and there would be little teeth marks all through the handles. He would drag the bag that the toilet paper came in out of the bathroom trash and chew it up, keeping me up all night!Butter was my best friend. He was our baby until my son was born. He was always an indoor cat and we would have nervous breakdowns when he would get out. He longed so badly to be outdoors. He used sit in the window and bat the payne trying to catch cars as they zoomed by. When he did get out he would attack dogs and I have seen people and other animals run from Butterscotch in fear. My vet could not believe that when I would come to pick him up, he went from tazmanian devil to innnocent kitty.We finally  bought a house and decided that since we wouldn't be moving anymore, it would be safe for him to go outside. He started to spray and I had no other choice. Things were going great. We have great neighbors and live in a quiet cul-de-sac. It's the safest place in the world! We always thought Butterscotch would attack a neighbors dog and get hurt or be hit by someone. Never in a million years could I have imagined the doom that awaited him. On March 13, 2006 my Mom decided to go to the store. We always check under the cars for him, but this one time she just didn't check. She was still thinking about watching out for him, idling the Suburban in reverse, but he was not smart about cars. He didn't know to move. The truck went up in the back and she went forward to come off of him, but it was too late. See after  being inside and having the vacuum go right past him, he just assumed that big loud things watched out for him. I had been outside giving him his water just an hour before this. I can't believe it. How? Why? I am so sad. Butterscotch, I love you and miss you so much. I will miss you sleeping on my head and even clawing my furniture. I will miss your little meow and the way that you loved to sit in my lap while I was on the computer. The way you always went with me to the bathroom. I'll miss playing with you and giving you your ice water in the mornings. You are the most loved cat out of all of my pets and always will be.