The music is "Yellow Brick Road"

Groucho Pussnagel Edwards Birthdate: Who tha heck knows? Birthplace: Somewhere in Indy Likes: Ta chaste da gurlkitys, speshully da yung wuns! Ta noe wats goin on alla tyme! Ta git on da counder wen da hoomin is cukin. Ta see wat da hoomins is eetin cloase upp! Ise creem and wipped creem, buder, raw grownded beaf. I also liks ta brake up fites wid udder cats. Dislikes: Bean trown offa da table by da hehooman blowin in me fase. Not gittin enuf fud! Udder cats fitin. An I don lik Dolly flurtin wit me!

Wat's goin on down dere? Izz sum catz fitin eech udder, or izz dey jus playin? I bedder git down dere an see!

Did I heer sumbuddy say I aint a purrty boy? Jis tell me who dat wuz an I'll swat em!

Hay, youse otter orunj guyz...heerz a grate klubb I joyned, an yew kin joyn too!

An wun gud ting abowt it, no gurlz iz aloud!

Clik on tha card to joyn!

Some years ago I had extensive dental work done, during which time I became fairly well acquainted with one of the dentist's assistants. When my mouth wasn't filled with impression-wax and other stuff, she and I would talk about things we liked, and naturally cats became the main subject. Later, when I went back for checkups, she mentioned that her cousin had to give up her cat--she wondered if I would be interested in taking him. You know the rest...

When Kim, her cousin, aunt ,and nephew came with the kitty, I was taken with him at once. He was very docile and quiet, and, I guess, scared to death. A strange house, with all those cats? Whoa! There were no other cats around, however, as they all hide when we have visitors. The kitty's owner apparently hated to give him up, but she and her boyfriend were moving in with the boyfriend's mother, who just happened to be allergic to cats, and so...I had another cat!

I later learned the cat had no name other than Puss. I also learned he had been a stray and fully grown when his previous owner took him in, so we had no clue as to his age.

I'm in the habit of giving my kids human-type names, with slight variations on the spelling. I didn't want to go on calling this big, good-looking guy "Puss", but couldn't think of an appropriate name for him--until he began showing his true nature. He wouldn't allow us to pet him, and generally steered clear of everyone. In fact, he spent the first two months on the mantel, coming down only at night to eat dry food from the dispenser. Tim started calling him Groucho, because of his disposition, and the name stuck.

Eventually Grouch became less antisocial--actually, he began to be a real pest. Once down from the mantel, he was up on the counter whenever I got something from the fridge, getting right in my face. And he wouldn't be shooed away. Tim would have to block his path to me so I could prepare food for cooking. He still wouldn't let us pet him. though.

One of our cats likes to pick fights with the others. The first time this happened in Groucho's presence, he ran towards the two antagonists and flapped a limp paw at them from four feet away. For some unknown reason this caused them to disperse. He does this now when there's any disturbance with the others, and even though he doesn't lay a paw on them, his interference never fails to break it up--we call him The Grouchinator.

As old as he must be, he does like to play occasionally--and he also likes to chase and jump on the two younger girls. We get the impression he was not fully neutered, but maybe it's all in his head--or ours!

Lately he's been allowing us to pet him just a little--but if we keep at it too long he'll grab our hands and bite them. He's so cute--I really love that old guy!

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It is with deep sadness that I report the passing to the Bridge of Groucho Pussnagel Edwards on March 25., 2004

He had been failing from an unknown illness for several months...the vet could find nothing wrong with him, yet

he continued to lose weight no matter how much he ate, until at the last he was nothing but skin and bones. It was

heartbreaking to see him wasting away, but he was so determined to keep going we didn't have the heart to send

him to the Bridge before he was ready to go. He finally gave up and went peacefully in his sleep.

He was a wonderful, courageous boy, and we miss him furry much.

 

The Wicked Twins have made a beautiful memorial page fur him. Please visit and sign his book.

 

Memories of Groucho

 

We members of the Edwards family offer our heartfelt thanks to the Wicked Twins and their Meowmie Daphne for

creating this page, and to all our other friends who sent prayers and condolences, and paid tribute to our dear old boy.