An Eye for an Eye

This is Scotty Love Payne. Because of our proximity to the Tournament Player's Championship course at Sawgrass in Ponte Vedra Beach, he is named after two golfers, Davis Love III (who won in 1992 and 2003) and the late Payne Stewart. (Adam Scott won in 2004, but Scott entered our lives earlier, so he was never a reason for his first name.) Scott has always been a special cat and he met my daughter when he was brought in to be euthanized. (My daughter is a vet technician and ALWAYS brings her rescue work home with her!) We speak a special language around him that is a cross between Sylvester the Cat and Peter Lorre. To speak correctly, you have to clinch your teeth, slobber a little, speak really slow, and keep your tongue at the bottom of your mouth. (Perhaps we have one foot in the Real World, and another in Fantasy Land. Maybe we have too much time on our hands!) If Scott is a sum of all his parts, then he is still not worth much as many of his pieces don't quite work! Today, one of the parts could no longer be ignored and he had to have his infectious left eye removed. He hadn't been able to see out of it for over a year! We have been cheering him up by singing religious hymns, "Mine Eye Have Seen the Glory of the Coming of the Lord," Eagle's favorites, "You Can't Hide Your Lying Eye," 1930 era show tunes, "Smoke Gets in Your Eye," and even a country song, "Don't it Make My Brown Eye Blue." When he heals up he will be pursuing a new career as you guessed it, a Private Eye!