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Although I have updated this page with miscellaneous webpage things, the photos were taken by Seth Price and this page was designed by him also several years ago. His words say it all.


This site is dedicated to-- well not the brightest cat in the world, but my cat. His name is Rusty and I have had him since 1990. He has been wounded in many different adventures and lives to tell me about all of them. Yes, he does actually talk to humans. If he meows, meow back, and he will continue the conversation. Unfortunately, Rusty passed away on November 9, 2000.



This is Rusty sitting on the steps. He sees no incentive to move. He his holding his head in such a way that his ears make him look like a bat. When he was little we called him 'batcat' followed by the batman theme.



Rusty hiding in the fallen leaves. Ok, maybe not hiding. That would require him to be doing something. One thing he isn't doing is hunting. That requires effort. No sir, if it doesn't land in his food dish, he isn't about to eat it.



Under sudden inspiration (a back itch) I caught a rare occurance on camera! The movement of Rusty! Must have been a bad itch for him to move.



Rusty is just chillin' by my old Nova. He was just starting to regain the use of his front right paw again, so I guess in gratitude he stood up.



Rusty just keeping an eye on the peacocks. Think they taste "just like chicken"?? Oh, well, it would take just too much effort to find out.



He doesn't like it when the heat or air conditioning get switched on.....Or does he?


Note from Mom:

Rusty was born in the summer of 1990 up in Westminster, Maryland. From the very first, he was a kitten who loved the leisurely way of life. Just before he turned 5 years old, he was injured by a neighbor just before our move to Virginia in April of 1995 and we were afraid that no one would want an injured cat. So he made the move with us (meowing his unhappiness for the 130 mile trip) to our temporary quarters a few miles outside of Colonial Beach, Virginia.

His injury soon healed and it was a new world for a cat who had lived in a little house with open fields all around him and winters so cold. The new location in Virginia was across the road from a huge river and new critters that Rusty had never imagined. First one he tangled with was a raccoon. Later our friendly ducks made him stay even closer to the house. Though the yards around him were alive with birds and rabbits, turtles and snakes, Rusty felt that the back deck and front porch were his safety bases. He never ventured far from them during the 18 months that we lived there.

We convinced him to ride with us over to our new house, with the last load of our boxes. It was only about a 12 mile drive, but Rusty made his dissatisfaction known. When we arrived, he lept from the car and started to run down the lane. But realizing he was in a new location he stopped in his tracks, snapped his tail a couple of times and then meowed his happiness. He ignored us for a day or two, as cats often do, but came for his food when we placed it in his dish.

He began to explore the area and our 15 acres became his domain. He was "king of the forest" and all the neighborhood cats soon learned it. He loved to go out and lay in the leaves to sun himself on the warm days of winter. The trees also provided a cool spot to lay in the hot summer. With a nearby trickling stream, wildlife abundant, Rusty's life of leisure was set. He didn't have to hunt for food, it came right to him. We saw him catch a bird without ever moving.

But along with the small wildlife, there were also other dangers. Fox, possum, raccoons, eagles, owls and hawks. At one point, Rusty's foot was injured somehow and took several days before he could walk right again. He also was injured, perhaps by an eagle or hawk or owl that tried to grab him on his back. Though these flesh wounds healed, he developed some arthritis and at the young age of 10 years old, passed quietly in his sleep.

We've had many cats over the years. Rusty will always be the special one that we brought with us, who stuck by us wherever we moved. If a cat can love humans, we figure that Rusty loved Seth & Jimmy. They were the only ones that Rusty would allow to pick him up. He would meet them in the lane when they walked home from the school bus. He was a very unusual cat. We will always miss him and cherish the fond memories.
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