Edgar Is in Search of a Home Nevermore

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Update: Edgar’s days of wandering along the “Nightly” shore are now behind him. The raven-black cat so beguiled a PETA staffer that he adopted him, and Edgar now spends his days finding unorthodox places to perch, such as on top of cupboards or in bookcases (after he knocks everything off them, natch). His new guardian writes, “I could not imagine my life without Edgar. He is a unique cat. … I love this little dude!”

Two photos of black cat, one of him on back of couch and the other next to kitchen sink

Originally posted on November 2, 2017:

Once upon a midnight dreary, Edgar wandered, weak and weary,

A cat abandoned—thrown from a car—according to the local lore.

While a woman nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at her home’s back door.

“‘Tis some visitor,” she muttered, “tapping at my home’s back door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Black cat sitting on a blanket

Open here she flung the shutter, when, with many a purr and mutter,

In there stepped a stately cat of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, crossed the threshold through the door—

Perched upon an inviting armchair, Edgar showed he should be there,

Not outside in the cold any more.

Black cat with small elephant toy

Then this ebony cat beguiling her sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and solemn decorum of the countenance he wore,

“Though thou be lost and in peril, thou,” she said, “art sure no feral.”

Ghastly, grim fate awaits cats wandering along the Nightly shore—

But alas the woman could not afford to feed even one mouth more,

Thus she summoned PETA, and we came to her door.

Black cat playing in box

But the cat, sitting apprehensive in the PETA van, had no way

of perceiving that his lonely days were leaving.

Then one look, as if his soul in that one gaze he did outpour,

“How much farther must I roam, until I find a loving home?”

His eyes revealed his inner thoughts: “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow they will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the PETA fieldworker smiled and said, “Nevermore.”

Pretty black cat being snuggled by PETA fieldworker

If Edgar Allan Purr has captured your tell-tale heart, get out your quill pen and address a missive to [email protected] to learn about ushering him into your house.

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