Murphy was known by a plethora of names, Steve French, Murphy Man, and Maow being the most common. Papashunga and I adopted Murph from a local Humane Society when he was just a wee kitten, only months before we were about to have a wee kitten of our own. We figured it would be good parenting practice.
Murph brought a lot of joy to our family. The minis loved to love Murph. He didn't always tolerate it well (he was a bit of a biter), but that didn't stop them. And despite occasionally lashing out, it was clear that Murph loved being a member of the family. He was where we were. He wasn't one of those cats that runs away when company comes, or is off in the corner when everyone is sitting in the living room. No siree bob, nobody puts Murphy in the corner. Murphy was right up in everybody's business. All the time. If you were not a lover of cats, watch out. Murphy's cat-dar would detect it and he would mercilessly pester you.
As a wee kitten, Murphy would climb the back of my chair and nestle into my hair. As he got older, he spent many hours in my lap, ever a warm and cozy companion.
And so, it is with a heavy heart that we bid farewell to our family pet, who was found peacefully at rest in one of his favourite cuddle spots, the Shunga bed.
Oh no....so sorry for your loss, guys. Hugs from us.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cin, it was quite sudden.
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