Edgar shows his nice side
eJuana, on Sunday, October 11, 2009 at 7:37 PM:
Last night I had to say goodbye to an old friend.
Rusty and I lived with each other for nearly all of her nineteen years, even before Miz Becky and I started dating. I got her as a kitten, after she wandered onto a classmate's property out in the country. She could fit in my hand at the beginning, and I was immediately devoted to her.
At her last exam, four or five months ago, our vet said "At her age, most of her contemporaries have been dead for six years." And over the last several years, as Rusty passed sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, she seemed like she would go on forever. A little grayer, a little arthritic, maybe a little deaf (or just better at ignoring me), she could still sprint across the lawn like a young cat, even if she was the equivalent of 95 in human years.
And then about two months ago, she started fading out, as old cats do. She got lighter, and spent more time sitting in corners and under tables. In the last two weeks she'd been vomiting up hairballs, which we figured was just her usual end of summer shedding and puking ritual.
Two days ago, she took a turn for the worse, and last night we decided we had to at least get her some pain meds. I took her to the emergency clinic down the hill from us, and after a careful examination, the vet told me what I mostly expected: Rusty had some kind of large mass in her chest, and although we could probably make her comfortable for a few days, it was unlikely to be the kind of thing she was going to get better from.
Miz Becky and I had already talked about this possibilty before I left the house, and we had decided that we were ready to let Rusty go. The vet made all of her preparations, and I filled out paperwork and talked to Rusty.
She left peacefully, in my arms, at about 6:30.
I thought I had lost her once before, just after I moved to the Seattle area, when we were living in a house in the woods on Bainbridge Island. She ran out an open door and spent a week pretending to be a wild cat. I'd whistle for her when I was outside and would sometimes hear her typical chirrup sound in response, but I could never see her. One day as I got home from work I whistled as usual and heard her chirrup, much closer than she had been. I looked around and saw her sitting daintily on a log, licking her paw and looking back at me. I slogged thirty feet through the salal and sword ferns and picked her up. She was in perfect health; I expect she had been having a grand time hunting for her food and drinking water off leaves.
Besides her sweet personality, Rusty was also the fastest cat I've ever known. She'd sit in the bathtub after we had showered in the morning and snatch water droplets out of the air:
After The Kid was born, many people told us that our cats were going to become little mothers to her, acting protective or at least curious. Rusty, already a grand dame at sixteen, didn't bother to. She wasn't at all interested in The Kid, pro or con.
She eventually allowed The Kid to come close and pet her. The Kid called her Tutu Rusty, and I think Rusty was OK with that.
Goodbye, old friend. Good kitty. Good kitty.
Miz B, on Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 8:25 AM:
I can't add much to Dave's lovely tribute, other than to say that Rusty was a great kitty, and will be missed. And to add the memory of her drinking the water drained off a tuna can: you have never seen such vociferous licking of face and whiskers to get every last drop...
The chair where she often sat looks awfully empty this morning. Goodbye sweet girl.
Sophia katt, on Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 10:20 AM:
What a wonderful kitty, and how graciously you let her go.
Sunfriday, on Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 3:25 PM:
Farewell Rustoleum. You taught me well.
Uncle Vinny, on Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 10:41 PM:
I was happy to have met and cuddled with Rusty over the years. She was one of a kind.
Nathan Black, on Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 11:35 PM:
My condolences friend. It is never easy to loose a boon companion, but your photos and words are a wonderful tribute to her.
heather, on Sunday, October 4, 2009 at 12:08 AM:
Rusty was the very first cat I met when I moved to Seattle. That was when she was camping out at Jenn and Rich's. Bye bye, Rusty. You were very very loved.
Savannah, on Sunday, October 4, 2009 at 12:24 PM:
Years and years ago, I had a cat named Helen who must have been an ancestor of Rusty's somehow--she was exactly that kind of full tortoiseshell, hardly a drop of white on her. She could catch drops of water from the air as well, and was smarter and more alert than anyone in the room. She was proud and aloof and magnificent. When she sickened, she kept her head up and behaved with heartbreaking dignity. Losing any cat is hard, but losing a cat like Rusty and Helen cuts extra deep.
At the risk of sounding foolish, I know that Helen has come to help Rusty across the river. She's going to bite the boatman's nose if he makes any trouble, and show Rusty the way. Don't worry, your friend is in good paws.
Wait a minute... that's not an empty bag!
Laura Z, on Thursday, October 18, 2007 at 7:14 AM:
Aaahh! This kind of freaked me out because it took my eyes a second to register that there were eyes in that bag. Aaahhh! Creepy and Halloweeeny!
ejuana, on Thursday, October 18, 2007 at 8:51 AM:
diane brown, on Thursday, October 18, 2007 at 5:08 PM:
Waiting his turn
ejuana, on Wednesday, January 17, 2007 at 3:16 PM:
... having forgotten that the cat box is in the basement ...
Don't go into the light, there, buddy
Lorenc, on Tuesday, May 6, 2008 at 9:19 AM:
"no vayas hacia la luuuuz!"
... and that's all I have. If you need to see more of these little guys, you can always check out M's own photos of the kittens.
Uncle Vinny, on Sunday, November 26, 2006 at 11:58 AM:
Add a comment below if you think DAE should start an all-kitten photo blog.
Laura Z, on Sunday, November 26, 2006 at 12:51 PM:
Well, this is kind of arty (and stripey, although not too mopey) in its own way...:-)
Savannah, on Sunday, November 26, 2006 at 4:00 PM:
heather, on Monday, November 27, 2006 at 12:49 PM:
OK, so I had a couple more than a week's worth. Never fear, we'll be back to mopey and arty soon enough.
ejuana, on Saturday, November 25, 2006 at 12:45 PM:
kitties forever! kitties unite!
heather, on Saturday, November 25, 2006 at 7:36 PM:
heather, on Friday, November 24, 2006 at 3:50 PM:
Oh no! Does this mean the week of kittens has come to an end? I want MORE! More Kittens. More!
Was I right? You can't handle this cuteness.
ejuana, on Wednesday, November 22, 2006 at 9:50 PM:
More! More! More!
Andrew, on Thursday, November 23, 2006 at 6:43 AM:
I love kittens. This photo illustrates why.
Damon, on Monday, November 20, 2006 at 7:13 AM:
The cuteness is almost too much!
These pictures remind me of this picture from my favorite news source: http://www.theonion.com/content/node/51603
heather, on Monday, November 20, 2006 at 8:59 AM:
OOOOOOOOOOH! You're right! I can't handle the cute! Bring on the cute! More cute! Must have more cute! All Hail to the King of Photographic Cuteness!
ejuana, on Sunday, November 19, 2006 at 3:50 PM:
Uncle Vinny, on Sunday, November 19, 2006 at 7:59 PM:
More kittens, less bandsaws!
You can't handle the cute: A week of kittens
See, M&T are fostering this mama cat, and she was pregnant, and had kittens. And they're adorable. And when Miz Becky and The Kid and I went to visit them last month, not only was there ludicrous amounts of cute, but we were also blessed with beautiful light in the room where the kittens were hanging out.
If I remember correctly, this is mama.
In any event, as a public service to those of you in the United States who are desperately looking for some way to survive thanksgiving, you'll have kittens to keep you going.
ejuana, on Saturday, November 18, 2006 at 5:40 PM:
Sweet! This is going to be your best series ever!
Lorenc, on Tuesday, May 6, 2008 at 9:24 AM:
el título de tu foto me ha recordado a los simpson, a homero diciendo "¿quieres la verdad?, ¿quieres la verdad? tú no puedes manejar la verdad!! [you can't handle the truth]"
me agrada cómo se filtra la luz en el pelaje de tus gatos, hace que cada pelito tenga relevancia y eso, eso es suave y bello =)
Rusty enjoys a snooze under the dining room table
Laura Z, on Wednesday, November 8, 2006 at 9:46 AM:
I wish I could squash myself up like that...
sunfriday, on Wednesday, November 8, 2006 at 9:25 PM:
This is my favorite Rusty photo so far.
heather, on Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 8:02 AM:
There looks to be a whole lotta hopin' going around in the household there... Rusty's looking pretty interested too :-)
You'd think Ms B was slurping from a bowl of milk! I presume it's soup though :-)
david adam edelstein, on Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 4:31 PM:
First guess was right! Milk, it does a kitty good.
Of course, they would be doing the same thing for anything in a bowl.
heather, on Tuesday, September 12, 2006 at 6:23 AM:
Hehe - I love it!
Andrew Canion, on Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 5:13 AM:
Lorenc, on Tuesday, May 6, 2008 at 9:32 AM:
jeje, esperando y esperando, así se nos va la vida
al menos él podrá ver aquello que desea ;)
Sun Suite 2
Laura Z, on Friday, August 18, 2006 at 8:36 AM:
Oh wow! I love the shadow.
Dion, on Saturday, October 4, 2008 at 3:25 PM:
Again and again, I'm coming across photos that are good enough for any exhibition by a 20th century 'master'. Somehow you've bequeathed the high glamour of Horst, the graphic power of Moholy-Nagy and the dark, intimate poetry of Brandt... to a moggy. On a carpet.
I take it you shoot everything on film. I still enjoy using my Fuji S3, but I've finally mustered the bravery to return to film and dug my Canon AE-1 from under the dust. Those deep, weighty blacks and smooth and creamy tonal transitions are looking better than ever and I want back in on all that.
Why would you think we spoil our cats?
Edgar thinks the window is teevee
I keel you.
Eventually Edgar got tired of this little game. Go figure.
ejuana, on Saturday, July 1, 2006 at 8:10 PM:
we keel bananas
Felix, or not
I've always associated those vertical-line-pupils with Felix the Cat, but as you'll see if you follow that link... not so much. Anyone know who I'm actually thinking of?
heather, on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 6:21 AM:
You're thinking of these kit kat clocks that supposedly are based on felix the cat... but their pupils are more vertical than the cartoons you linked to
David Adam Edelstein, on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 6:29 AM:
That's probably it.
Savannah, on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 12:29 PM:
I haven't checked, but I'm pretty sure that the Little Orphan Annie strip used vertical-line pupils on Annie.
ejuana, on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 10:15 PM:
Could have been this photo of Tio Pepsi:
Sunfriday, on Tuesday, July 4, 2006 at 8:48 PM:
Great picture! The pupils look so familiar, but I can't figure it out...
david adam edelstein, on Monday, April 9, 2007 at 1:30 PM:
Hey look, I'm not the only one who's confused:
Laura Z, on Tuesday, June 27, 2006 at 11:53 AM:
Killer Vampire Kitty coming at you! I like Edgar as subject, but this has to be one of my favorites so far.
ejuana, on Tuesday, June 27, 2006 at 2:50 PM:
Oh yeah? My kitty is an alien. See http://www.flickr.com/photos/bugginyou/92030518/in/set-1513763/
A week of Mr. Edgar
From the sublime to the ridiculous... I think I'll follow up those lovely artifacts from the UBC MOA with a week of EXTREME CLOSEUP: EDGAR THE CAT, starring your friend and mine, plus my 17mm lens stuffed in his face.
heather, on Monday, June 26, 2006 at 7:36 AM:
You just can't ask for a better subject. I love your edgar photos! Looking forward to the rest of the week now! :-)
ejuana, on Monday, June 26, 2006 at 8:18 PM:
Cat Fight! See http://www.bugginyou.org/2006/06/cat_fight.html
Edgar wants to be even more pampered than he already is in his enviable position as "cat".
Yes, the adorable niece and her bearers were in town last weekend, and Mr. Edgar wasted no time trying to find out if a baby's life was even more luxurious than his.
Debra, on Tuesday, May 30, 2006 at 9:12 AM:
It's gonna be a whole new ballgame, Mr. Edgar. Get on your helmet and pads!
Heather, on Tuesday, May 30, 2006 at 12:30 PM:
Lemme know what he thinks of the swing ;-)
Another in a long series of photos of Edgar in silhouette
Savannah, on Monday, May 29, 2006 at 10:45 AM:
I just love Edgar. I think he's your best subject.
Once again, Edgar demonstrates the expression "graphically strong"
chrys, on Thursday, May 25, 2006 at 12:15 PM:
So, so good to see Edgar still hanging in there as a design element and a housecat.
Andrew, on Friday, May 26, 2006 at 10:37 PM:
Such a great photo! Good old Edgar.
Christian, on Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 12:09 PM:
Edgar snakes around the corner
heather, on Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 7:50 AM:
Hehehe... awesome picture. He does look like a kitty snake :-)
chrys, on Thursday, April 6, 2006 at 6:11 PM:
I love it!
Edgar likes his bag
I had a couple of bags out on the bed, and was putting clothes to take to goodwill in one. Edgar jumped up on the bed to investigate, crawled into the other one, and stayed there for a few hours, hanging out in his cave.
heather, on Wednesday, March 29, 2006 at 8:53 PM:
To me, it looks more like a straight-jacket that he just got out of, than a bag.
patty, on Monday, April 28, 2008 at 2:24 AM:
Oh my baby pussy cat ….i can carry him in that bag all my life
Shredgar demonstrates how he got his nickname
Ahh, a cat in his natural environment. A box.
Note, if you will, the little shard of cardboard flying through the air in the last photo. Action!
marcia, on Monday, March 13, 2006 at 12:45 PM:
edgar looks so cute in the box. at the counter looks like he's had a few too many beers and cigs. the box his natural domain brings out all that handsome kitty-ness.
Savannah, on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 at 8:25 AM:
In that second image, you captured PERFECTLY the moment before a cat strikes. And then of course, the bite, that strangely loving consummation. Vampires got nothin' on cats.
There's a book called "The Tribe of Tiger," and it's fantastic. My favorite part is when the author reminds us that "cats are a kind of tiger." In Edgar's case, I would say "panther," but there it is. Thanks for the up-close view of a hunter at work.
david adam edelstein, on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 at 10:22 AM:
You people have clearly blocked out what a doofus Edgar is most of the time. Allow me to remind you:
Savannah, on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 at 3:42 PM:
But in these "Let's give the death bite to the cardboard box" images, he is *not* a doofus. Our inner mice tremble.
Edgar waits patiently at the counter for his snack
heather, on Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 9:45 AM:
Patiently... as in "feed me now you human scum"?
Savannah, on Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 12:23 PM:
Once you've lived with a cat, and comprehended the degree to which they are our superiors, then Edgar's General-Zod-like stare as he waits for his two-legged servant to produce his proper tribute becomes downright gracious.
Andrew, on Wednesday, March 22, 2006 at 5:58 PM:
I'm thinking more Ming the Merciless, speaking to the Ardentian Prince...
Klytus: And now the tributes, from Ardentia.
Ardentian Prince: We, the people of Ardentia, we have suffered since you blasted our kingdom. I can offer you nothing this year except my loyalty.
Klytus: Excellent, we prize nothing more highly. And tell us, how great is this loyalty to your emperor?
Ardentian Prince: Without measure.
Ming: We are delighted to hear that. Fall on your sword.
Ardentian Prince: Death to Ming!
Ah, the life of a cat. Lucky little $)(*)(*!#s.
Heather, on Wednesday, February 8, 2006 at 12:28 PM:
I love the 4th one with the nice view of the inside of his mouth!
gracie, on Wednesday, February 8, 2006 at 4:44 PM:
I'm going to post #4 on my door for when i feel bitchy.
david adam edelstein, on Wednesday, February 8, 2006 at 4:57 PM:
We here at Noise to Signal would remind you that most photos appearing at Noise to Signal are available for purchase for a reasonable fee. :-)
Rusty shows her distinguished profile
Savannah, on Thursday, December 15, 2005 at 7:37 AM:
Wow, she *is* beautiful. "Distinguished" is the perfect word.
david adam edelstein, on Thursday, December 15, 2005 at 10:19 AM:
Yeah, somehow in the last 15 years she's turned from an adorable ball of fluff that fit in my hand into a grand old lady. There's hope for all of us :-)
Sun Friday, on Sunday, December 18, 2005 at 12:03 PM:
You want to turn into a grand old lady?
David Adam Edelstein, on Sunday, December 18, 2005 at 12:17 PM:
Don't we all?
Rusty and I hung out this afternoon
Savannah, on Monday, November 14, 2005 at 10:56 AM:
Check out Rusty's ear--I love how vigilance and bliss coexist in cats. If we could bottle that and give it to people, there'd be no more combat PTSD.
david adam edelstein, on Monday, November 14, 2005 at 10:59 AM:
Yeah, she was definitely tracking the camera without bothering to actually look.
It might not surprise anyone that she's had a few pictures taken of her in her time.
Karl, on Monday, November 14, 2005 at 12:46 PM:
With a grain of salt please...
Unfortunately until the future development of PTSD cures, the only sure-fire way to eliminate PTSD is a long life of secure naps on the living room sofa.
Please remember to contact your senators and congress people on behalf of your fellow citizens who are susceptible to this highly unfortunate affliction. It's the very least we could do.
Yet again, cats and sun
Rusty carefully calibrates her sun usage:
Meanwhile, Mr. Still-has-plenty-of-spunk Edgar once again demonstrates "graphically strong":
The cats engage in their version of a tense standoff
What the cats do all day
This shows the essential interaction of our little fuzzy housemates: Rusty explores, Edgar stalks.
The cats enjoy the sun
I stayed home today, after having inevitably caught the nasty cold that's going around. In between naps and working from home, I stalked the cats.
Apparently I'm placing the subject in the right-hand side of the frame this week.
heather, on Monday, March 21, 2005 at 7:16 PM:
Wow - when I've got a nasty cold I can barely think, let alone be all creative and stuff.
Timothy, on Monday, March 21, 2005 at 9:27 PM:
Your ARE very right handed this week .....
Michelle, on Wednesday, March 23, 2005 at 4:41 AM:
Maybe the right-hand bias only applies to cats...
Edgar demonstrates the design expression "graphically strong"
heather, on Sunday, March 20, 2005 at 2:42 PM:
That is a great photo!
I'm liking all the various greens in all your pictures lately, btw.
Ten faces of Edgar
He was on my shoulder... I had a camera in my hand... what could I do?
heather, on Thursday, January 27, 2005 at 11:22 PM:
2117 is my favourite - to me, he looks the most deranged in that one. In other words - most like himself ;-)
Joshua Edelstein, on Friday, January 28, 2005 at 11:11 AM:
Herr Cletus ist zuber!
Rusty looks noble in the sun
eJuan, on Wednesday, January 5, 2005 at 12:16 AM:
All hail the Queen.
Sometimes, Edgar just wants the world to go away.
Edgar gets down with his funky self
Caught in the act, Mr. Edgar demonstrates some of his moves, showing how he earned the nickname Wigglebean (1.1mb, Windows Media format).
And Edgar again!
Steve, on Monday, March 22, 2004 at 10:44 PM:
Cat Kung Fu. Lick on. Lick off.
Edgar gets down with his funky self
It's been a while since we've had a weird Edgar photo, hasn't it.
Andrew, on Sunday, March 21, 2004 at 5:48 PM:
Note the difference in the arclengths swept by each eye. By my estimation, Edgar's axis of rotation lies outside of his skull. S'cuse me while I pause to worship feline anatomy.
Janel is the only person I know who can get cats to participate in her vision.
Miz Becky and I were just out on a walk around our neighborhood, and discovered this uncomfortable-looking cat trying to find somewhere to sit in the branches of this tree.
The many faces of Rusty
Finished with this little game:
A.E. Sundstrom, on Wednesday, January 28, 2004 at 9:12 AM:
Rusty, meet Simone (or "Maaaa!")...
and Cozette (or "Eeepy!")...
...taken by the pee-pee camera on my new Samsung phone.
Rusty gets her nap on
Cletus (the slack-jawed kitty)
Pook LaRue, the cowboy poet
The Princess (pronounced prins-ESS)
The little furry masters
Miz B, on Tuesday, October 14, 2003 at 8:40 PM:
How could you forget the most important one? Fuzzy-belly kitty? (generally, of Rusty).
And how could I be such a stereotypical cat caretaker that my outrage over this omission causes me to make my first-ever comment regarding your blog? Oy.
Nice place to sleep
I wake up at 6:00. I head for the shower. I come out of the shower and slide open the closet door to put my clothes in the laundry basket. And who glares up at me because I woke him up?
David Adam Edelstein, on Sunday, September 28, 2003 at 6:50 PM:
I should add at this point that Mr. Edgar seems to have moved into a phase of spending a lot of time sleeping in the laundry baskets.
Which is, on the one hand, a little weird, but on the other hand, anywhere he sleeps he isn't going to treat as a litter box, which I consider a fair trade.
A couple of big-head-Edgar photos
It's nice to see him enjoying the new cat tree. He wasn't using it for a while after we got it — preferring to hang out on the back of the wingback chair and leave his hair there.
Last weekend, though, I took care of Janel's cats while she and Vince were in Vancouver. Part of her instructions involved giving Tio "as much catnip as he wants". When I brought the jar over to where he was sitting by the window, he ran back to where the jar had been sitting on the floor and rolled over on his back, looking for all the world like a catnip ho waiting for a fix.
As I rode the bus home, I realized that he had run back to where he had been getting the catnip — maybe that would make Edgar use the cat tree!
One good dusting of catnip later, and he started interacting with it... playing on it... finally last night he decided that he'd rather sleep in the cat tree than with us in the bed.
Sometimes the little furry bastards give us the illusion that we're in control.
Poor Mr. Edgar
He can't help looking like a doof.
Lest you think this is an isolated look and that I'm giving false impressions... here are some more moments from the same shoot:
Tin King, on Thursday, August 14, 2003 at 9:45 AM:
Start calling him "Buddha".
Joshua Edelstein, on Tuesday, August 26, 2003 at 11:04 AM:
Best. Photos. Ever.
Ah, Cletus, I love you so. Das ist zuber!
Squirming cat triptych
The cats deal with the heat
It got up into the 90's here in Seattle yesterday, which meant that at midnight it was 83°F (28°C) in the house. The cats were... not pleased. Perhaps it had something to do with their fashionable fur coats.
Rusty found herself a nice cool piece of slate to lie on:
Whereas Mr. Edgar, the more new-agey of our cats, decided to try yoga.
Those of you who have been to our house will immediately note that neither of the cats have the good sense to head to the basement, where it's easily 15°F (8°C) cooler than upstairs.
Your author, of course, being a happy island boy, was diggin' it.
Edgar at rest, this morning
Mr. Edgar explores the underworld
Ever wonder what your cats look like when they hide under the sheets while you're making the bed?
Miz Becky thinks he looks like a naked mole rat.
Mr. Edgar, again
By popular demand, an older image of Mr. Edgar from October of 2001:
Really, he's a handsome devil most of the time. I just catch him when he's chillin' in his crib, as the kids say these days.
Not his brightest look
Poor Mr. Edgar... a couple of days ago I showed him in a position of power... now I show him with his guard down.
Who's in control?
No, the cats don't run our lives. Why do you ask?
Oh, uh, well, you see...
After a very wet morning, it's turned into a beautiful afternoon here in Seattle.
And Mr. Edgar, that handsome devil, is enjoying the sun by baking between the glass and solid doors at the back of the house.