Our Cat, Escher

I took Escher to the High Peaks Animal Hospital last night, and they put him to sleep while I was holding him. He had been losing weight for months, had been growing progressively more confused and afraid, and finally had become incontinent. He lived 17 wonderful years, and was losing himself in the final weeks, and we are sad that he's gone, but glad that we could help to give him some peace and calm.


Escher came to live with Gail in 1992, having been found in a paper bag in a grocery store parking lot. She got him to keep Hobson company, but Escher had a way of winning people over to the cat side of things (he was the first cat that I ever liked). He'd love you up, take you abuse, come back for more - putting out a vague Barry White/Marvin Gaye vibe....

Small and scrappy, Escher ran the house. When he first met Vinnie, he chased him until Vinnie ended hiding upside down behind a guitar... (well that's Vinnie).... But he also batted Zeke, Cedar, Thumbalina, Maggie, and he was taking on Penny all summer...all of this without claws and with the tiniest teeth ever seen in a mouth...

But for the humans...nothin' but love...the first to greet you at the door, sleep on your head, lick your fingers... All with a slightly nasal purrr that was loud and persistent...he would have loved up burglars...

He was a great cat, and we miss him...

Jamie