Category: Tuesdays With Murray
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 17)
Some folks have asked me how the cats (specifically, Murray) have dealt with our new addition. In typical feline fashion, they’ve all dealt with Emory in very different ways. Let me explain. Pookum is very aware of Emory. She looks at him as if she’s trying to figure him out. She rarely goes near him…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 16)
Well, I’ve actually been trying to get some work done today, which means I haven’t had a chance to write my weekly Tuesdays with Murray post. So, I’m gonna copout this week and post a video of him as a kitten chatting it up with me. Murray says hello. (Video) And here’s a picture I…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 15)
I was given a baby blanket as a gift. It’s the softest item I have ever laid my hands on. I was so excited to wrap Emory in it. I thought it might even become his blankie. I had one when I was a baby. I damn near ripped that thing to shreds I loved…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 14)
On Saturday, I got up at 5 AM. Tired and bleary eyed, I wandered into the kitchen for some water and a snack. My aunt dropped by last week and left me 6 pink cupcakes. I love cupcakes and that love has blossomed now that I’m breastfeeding Emory. I had been dreaming about these cupcakes…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 12)
Murray has a bedroom. He claimed it the day he moved in. It’s right near the rear window that faces Manhattan. It’s down by the heater, tucked between the white radiator cover and the wall. It’s more of a corner than a bedroom but he doesn’t know the difference. And being a New Yorker, where…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 11)
Emory is slowly being weaned off of formula and moved entirely over to breast milk. Unfortunately, we were forced to try formula during the first 48 hours of life due to some problems that arose after he was born. (A post for a later date.) Well, the formula seems to have an appealing smell to…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 9)
Murray and I snuggle. He stands on my great big belly and I scratch him all over. And he has trouble keeping his eyes open. Eventually, I hypnotize him and he falls over. He wraps himself around my neck and falls asleep. And he purrs, oh boy does he ever purr. His purr calms me…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 8)
Murray was dumped at a construction site in Williamsburg. He was motherless and barely a week old. He was found by a Hasidic developer and dropped off at BARC in a box along with his brother and sister. That’s how Murray came to be in this world. Yesterday, Lisa Cat (of BARC shelter fame) put…
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