Tabby, Murphy, and Mr. Meow: What If…?

Some mornings, like today, I wake up crying. Not from grief or sadness, but from an immense pressure of love swelling up in my whole heart. What sparks it? Usually Murphy, Tabby, and Mr. Meow, but even Wayne’s regularly the cause of this feeling. It happens when I’m bombarded with more love than I know what to do with. When Wayne is out of town on business, the duty of Murph’s first morning walks fall on me. Wayne and Murph are big time morning people. They wake at five ready to greet the sun. I like mornings, but a little … Continue reading

Insect Inspector: Murphy’s “Bumble” Rumble

Ever since he was a pup, Murph’s loved chasing things. When we lived in Florida, he loved nothing better than being let loose through the sliding glass doors to chase the squirrels in the backyard. On walks, he took joy in leaping through the bushes after lizards. When we moved to Nashville we chose a house without either a fenced-in backyard or any trees for squirrels to call home. (After our experiences with the hurricanes in 2004, we’ve been leery of big trees living within striking range of our dwelling. As for the fenced yard, we walk Murph anyway –even … Continue reading