Scruffy the Cat
So, I’m living with this guy right now and he’s been feeding this stray cat. His name is…well, he has no name, because he’s orphaned. Maybe. Anyway, the cat is in pretty bad shape. He’s mostly black with a bit bit of white and brown markings, I think. Actually, it’s kind of funny but I can’t really remember what Scruff’s markings look like. Of course, I’m not to good with details…as you may or may not know.
Oh yeah, and the cat’s name: Scruffy McFuckenutts. Born in Ireland, Scruffy imigrated to Roseburg at a young age and worked at local lumber mills through high school while supporting his two illegitimate children (like so many in Roseburg). We also call him Scrufenuffuless, which came from, well, I don’t quite remember where it came from. Me…details…bad. So, Mr. McFuckenutts has had a rough go at life, like many here in Douglas County. After a struggle with drugs and several failed relationships Scruffy found himself running from creditors. Before he knew it he was out on Pine street with Trixie and her twins turning tricks by day and sleeping passing out on the red, white and blue plastic chairs down at the local Greyhound station whenever it struck him convenient. It was rough times for the Scruffster.
So what does my friend do? He buys a bag of dry cat food and a few cans of wet cat food and mixes up a little breakfast lovin for the Scruff-o-matic almost every day. This cat, that walks like he’s been hit by a truck (or splayed out by a Roseburg Fatima), was probably like two seconds from the end of it’s miserable life when my friend, patroned saint of felines, started feeding her and in one fell swoop changed a life…forever.
He’s done way more than that for me, and I can be a pretty needy person. What’s he doing in Roseburg? I don’t even think he knows. But I know I appreciate him and everything he does for me. And everyone at work is lucky to know him.