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I received a call today that my old Tom cat, Murphy, died. Murphy had been living with my folks for the last 11 years. He went to college with me, but ol' Murph wasn't meant to be a city cat. He wanted to be outside so badly and my folks agreed to take him. (I use to tell people that I have one cat at home and another in foster care.)
I received Murphy as a Christmas gift from a good friend back in 1993. From the beginning he was a special cat. Murphy had a gift of turning non-cat lovers into at least liking him. I still remember a friend telling me, "I don't like cats, but I do like Murphy."
So, good-bye little buddy. I'm glad you got to spend the last 11 years in the country. I'll miss seeing you when I go to DL.
I received Murphy as a Christmas gift from a good friend back in 1993. From the beginning he was a special cat. Murphy had a gift of turning non-cat lovers into at least liking him. I still remember a friend telling me, "I don't like cats, but I do like Murphy."
So, good-bye little buddy. I'm glad you got to spend the last 11 years in the country. I'll miss seeing you when I go to DL.
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