The Butterscotch Chronicles
~ Love, Marriage & Kitten Makes Three ~
Welcome to my web site!
Allow me to chronicle for you the founding of my fine feline family.
And, we are a fine family of cats, indeed. Of that, I'm certain you'll agree.


My name is Butterscotch, better known as Scotty. I live in my gigantic box, along with my gigantic, furless, dinner-servers. I'm the founder and patriarch of the Butterscotch family. This is our family story.
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This is me as a kitten. Naturally, I was absolutely adorable.

Sadly, this is the only known picture of me as a kitten. But, that's understandable, as it was a very long time ago, just before the turn of the century, when digital cameras weren't so readily available. I've forgiven my furless giants for the oversight.
Tres adorable'
I wouldn't have used so much salt, Dear.
This is Big Momma-Scotch. She lives on the next street over. She's been my surrogate mother ever since she first met, and fell in love with me on my first outdoor outing. Understandable she should, considering what an absolutely adorable kitten I was.

Here, she has popped in for lunch. She doesn't visit as often as she used to, because she and the wife don't get on very well, and tend to get into nasty little cat-fights.
To cool for school.
Here I am in my teen years. As you know, we cats don't go in for cars, clothes or popular cliches. But, for me, it never mattered. I always made time with the hottest girls, regardless.

And, here I am, a young adult, enjoying my idyllic bachelorhood. Ahh, to be 2 again (sigh.)
It's a cats life.
Some days I just like to bask in the sun, and dream of bygone days when the neighborhood girls thought I was the cat's meow.
And, girls there were, too. Girls by the score! Girls of every race & creed ... um, race & breed, that is. There was Tam-Tam, the deliciously
 A fine fantasy featuring feline femme fatales.
dangerous Siamese that could teach you more than you even dared to know. Nubia, the exotic black with the emerald eyes, and the voo-doo ways. And then, there was Oksana, the limber little Russian Blue that could do things with her ... ahem! Well, I'm sure you get the picture.
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Alas, those heady days are long passed, now. Faded away like a summers day-dream, not long after a certain little new arrival entered my life, that is.

One of the gigantic, furless, door-holder-openers brought her home one day (without my prior consent, I might add!) A shy and pathetic little orphaned kitten-girl they called Saffron ... or Saffy, for short.
Shy wittle girl.
Adorable?
OK, OK ... I'll admit, she was adorable. Almost as adorable as I was at that age ... almost.
But then, no sooner had she settled in, she went and changed from sweet & shy, to a hyperactive little tomboy monster! I could barely walk across a room without her pouncing out and jumping on my poor back.
The terrible tomboy
I'm sure I don't have to tell you, a cat has delicate nerves. It was becoming a real crisis for me. I was just reaching my breaking point, when after what seemed like only a few weeks ... Oh, wait it was just a few weeks! Saffy went through yet another transformation.
Sexy Saffy.
Like magic, the terrible tom-boy went and blossomed into a young lady. A very beautiful young lady, I must say. How could I not notice her golden, sun-kissed fur, her white gloves and long stockinged legs, and last, but by no means least, her valentine's heart birth-mark.
Oh, that valentine's heart birth-mark. It just did something to me. Now, I was the cat who wanted to do some pouncing. But, I knew better than to be overly aggressive. After all, I watched her grow up under my roof. I didn't want to be guilty of a cat-tasrophe. It was difficult, but I managed to keep my cool ...
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