We adopted a six year old, male cat named Scurvy from a companion canner. Scurvy was born on a pirate restaurant ship off the coast of Florida. His former owner, the fabulous Britta Ross, bottle fed Sir Scurvy from the time he was six days old after his mama was ran over by a forklift.
Folks, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Well, that's a lie. I mean, I could come up with it, but why?
We find Scurvy in the most peculiar and hysterical places throughout the day and that's what has prompted this section of Canning Confession. Because really, who doesn't love photos of cute kitties? Did I mention he uses our toilet?