Well, well, well... it's Murray's birthday today... er, um, his "brought home" day... whatever. Today we celebrate his being who he is: lovable, cuddly, furry Murray, my baby boy, man of the house. He may shed enormous amounts of short little orange hairs, squeal like a baby when it's time to drink his medicine (or worse yet, clip his nails,) and he can cause a stink like you wouldn't believe after sneaking into some food substance that just doesn't suit him well. But everything else makes it worth it all the way.
He's the first one to come and cuddle up in your lap after a hard day. He'll nestle at your feet, side, knees, wherever he can fit, while you sleep to keep you toasty. Plus he's the one who instigated Cat Wrestling around here... and that's a hoot all in itself!
I thank God everyday for bringing Murray my way, he's a perfect match to my life and my home and I wouldn't change a thing... ok maybe a thing... that intense need to explore each and every box, at 3am is probably something I could live without!
