I'm really worried about Scrooge. He has no body fat anymore; he's basically skin and bones. Oh he still has his cattitude; screeching to be fed and biting to be fed; but part of his spark and spunk is gone. We think he'll make it to his 18th birthday (we dubbed it April 1st) but mom doesn't think he'll live to be 19 and I sadly agree with her. His sister, Mystery, should live to be 20; she's a fat lady. I'm going to miss Mr. Scrooge when he does go, I just hope he goes peacefully.