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Murphy, Tabby, or Kitty: Who’s to Blame?

When it used to only be Murphy and Kitty I could pretty much figure out whose mess was whose or who was to blame when something went awry in our house. If I found a hairball, it was Kitty’s. Murph’s puke looks a lot different than Kitty’s (mainly because since he’s so much bigger there’s usually so much more of it) so that was an easy deduction. If something was knocked off a table, it was usually Kitty’s fault since he likes to whap things off counters. However, there’ve been a couple of times when one was wrongly charged in … Continue reading →

How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By Them

Today is the third Saturday in October which means it’s Sweetest Day. Origins From what I could find while surfing the net, Sweetest Day was first celebrated in Cleveland in 1922. It was started by Herbert Birch Kingston who wanted to do something nice for underprivileged people such as orphans and the sick. He decided to take them candy to brighten their lives. (In addition to having a philanthropic heart he also happened to work for a candy company.) Well, candy companies have seen a way to help them sell some more product, so they’re all about promoting the day … Continue reading →

Murphy and Kitty and a Hurricane Named Frances

Just as September always reminds me of hurricanes, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to spend another Labor Day Weekend without remembering Labor Day 2004. Lights Out, Uh Huh, Dance, Dance, Dance! At one p.m. on Labor Day 2004 the electricity went out. It would not come back on for another three and a half days. I was napping on the couch, and I think Wayne was too, when the commotion started. Sirens, to be exact. We woke to see neighbors running up the street. We went out to investigate the brew ha-ha and learned a branch had fallen … Continue reading →

How Murphy, Tabby, and Kitty Did for Father’s Day

After a lot of thinking about what to get Wayne for Father’s Day, it turns out we did pretty well this year. Even if we didn’t find any unique “from the cat/dog” presents, we fared okay after all. The cards were great. Murphy’s stole Wayne’s heart. It was a picture of a bulldog staring up with big eyes. The outside read: “If I looked up to you anymore…” and the inside finished with “…my neck would hurt.” Murph then went on to write a lot of specifics in the card about why he looks up to his “papa” so much. … Continue reading →