Edgar was plucked off the bank parking lot in early May of 2013. One of the ladies that worked at the bank drove in from Parma (a twelve-mile journey) with him in the undercarriage. My aunt was home at the time, and she brought him to us. He spent some time in Cape with my sister and her fiance, but had to come home because their landlady didn't allow pets. He is the first cat that we've had that ended up breaking a bone on our watch.
Poor baby, he jumped off the kitchen table and broke all four bones in his foot. We had to keep him caged for six weeks, which was hard for us and even harder for him. Towards the end of that span he cried constantly. When we DID let him go he romped around the house for two solid hours.
That was almost a year ago and his off switch still hasn't tripped! Edgar is constantly pulling on the curtains, messing up the blinds, sticking his claws where they shouldn't, and trying to escape the house. It is behavior like this that makes us believe he escaped from somewhere (he was very tame and knew what a litter box was, so we know he had to belong to someone). Mama threatens his life on a regular basis (she jests, of course), but we love him to bits. He gets along very well with the other cats; Mittens and Pablo are his favorite sparring partners.
Like Pebbles and the other cats, Edgar loves the sun. He particularly likes sunning his belly.
He's ornery, though. Two seconds after I took this picture, he moved! Typical of contrary cats. LOL
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