When I found Mr Scarppy,he was stuck,in a newspaer vending machine,in front,of my old apartment,meeeowing,and mmmmmmmmeeeeeeeooowing! I put a quarter in,and let him out,and then picked him ,up,and took him home.Thank God,I had some McDonalds take out,and he was hungry.Pounder Did Not LIKE him,and for two weeks,picked on him,and yowled,at him.Then I thought,it would be better,if he was rehomed,and had him,in a carrier,ready,to take him,to the shelter.He was crying,and I was crying,and Pouncer,went to the carrier,and meeeowed at Scrappy.I let him ,out and Pouncer,for thev first time started bathing him,and from that day on,for ( years,until Pouncers untimely passing,they were the best Of Friends.