With sadness, we announce the passing of Murphy.
Coming to us as “Mr. Kitty” near the end of 2012, and quickly identifying himself as “Murphy” (as in “Murphy’s Law”) he soon stole the heart of everyone he met.
We used to joke that Winston only had one brain cell, dedicated to love.
With Murphy, there were two brain cells: One for eating and the other one for love.
As with all cats entering our household, Murphy was segregated upon arrival to our house, to give everyone a couple of days to get used to the new presence.
Upon his release to the general populace, Murphy spent the better part of 2 hours straight running around the house playing with *every* toy he could find until he finally collapsed from exhaustion.
Over the years he caused no end of trouble and joy, becoming the household ambassador to all visitors.
On Sunday, January 27 around 7:30am, after a brief illness, Murphy suffered a major stroke and passed, surrounded by family.