Malcolm May-Scott

In 2003, 4 months after Richard and I got married, unknownst to us Mom had prayed for a little 3 1/2 month old kitten who was being harassed by a big cat on the front porch of the family home. A little while later that evening Michelle Ann May and I saw him run into the street. Thinking maybe I could coax a shy kitten into the car I opened her passenger side door and in he jumped, climbed onto her lap, faced forward over the steering wheel and waited to be taken to his new home. We knew then this was an unusual feline.

That night I arrived home to present him to Richard, and I barely had a chance to speak a word when my new husband said, “Yes! You can keep him!” Then he named him Malcolm after our mailman who was the sweetest man, and of course Malcolm X.

Malcolm was a character from the beginning. Richard soon dubbed him “The Technician” because he was always interested in how things worked. When Richard would work on fixing a computer a paw would come out of no where and move his hand aside so he, The Technician could get a better look. He searched through purses, randomly we’d hear a toilet flush when both of us were in the living room, he’d turn on printers and radios when he got a notion. My dad called him a comedian but he was also a psychologist as he slowly training us to recognize how to follow his gaze to his treat cabinet!

Malcolm was so wise and loving that when a stranger’s little girl was very afraid of him he rolled over on his back and exposed his tummy, the ultimate sign of trust, affection and vulnerability that a cat can show, and Malcolm Only showed his tummy to us.

He had such a personality that he garnered his own fan base over the years. People always said how beautiful he was (as are all fur babies of course). One time one of our neighbors said he was very spiritual (which he was), and another time a couple came over not to see us…but so that one of them could introduce Malcolm to the other!

Over the years he slowed down, but never tired of his beloved chicken, ice cream, purr time, and trips outside.

He brought Joy to our whole family, extended family, friends, and strangers. Whenever Malcolm was most satisfied he would cross his front paws. We thank God that he was with us for so many years, and we know he’s somewhere now with crossed paws.

Both Richard and I cried as Richard held him and we kissed his sweet head, I rubbed the bridge of his little nose as I loved to do, and we both told him how much we loved him. Our Mr. Boo Boo, my mother-in-law’s “grandcat”, my Little Old Man…we love you always, Malcolm.