A year ago yesterday, I found Scout in the middle of Compromise Street in Pigspittle. Her eyes were infected, she was wet, and meowing like crazy. I took her home. A couple of months later, when she weighed enough, the vet removed her eyes. They were just too far gone to save. But she bounced back like a trooper. A friend of mine gave her the name Scout, after To Kill a Mockingbird‘s Miss Jean Louise Finch. She is the center of our universe.