Scout's my name and it used to be my game. I lived up in the north end of the county where I spent my days roaming from place to place. But you know about outdoor cats - that they have a much shorter life span than the indoor ones. I sort of ran out of luck one day and tangled with something that left me with a broken leg. The vet said there were too many broken pieces to try to put it back together, so I had surgery to get rid of it. These days I barely notice it's gone these. Now that I've given up scouting, I'm looking for a home where I can stay inside with folks who would play with me and spend part of every day showering me with affection. I promise I'd return it twenty times more - I am very affectionate.