we're in pajamas here in queens

hey there. so we are all home today. either it's a holiday or mookie & kansas quit their jobs. i'm kidding, i know it's thanksgiving.

so far we had a great breakfast (or brunch, really) and now we are alternating between watching football and this dog show. it had been decided that i get a pet of my own since some of the dogs in the "toy" category are very small. i would LOVE a pet of my own, as long as we don't have to fight over the litter box. back off sister (or brother) i was here first.

i think it's just talk. don't get too excited.

so on this day of extra cuddles and kisses, i am very thankful that i live in this great house with two pretty awesome people. i pretend to be too cool for school, and i sometimes act as if i couldn't care less about all the love and toys and blankets and play time, but i know how fortunate i am. i know that this set up is one in a million. and i dig it.

i am one lucky girl. so i am thankful for mookie and kansas and all the rest. everyone who's held me or petted me or make sure i have a clean bowl of water. thanks for keeping me off the streets and teaching me to be a part of the family.

i hope you are spending this day with those you love and i wish you a full belly and a long nap.

how i love the holidays...

M

where i spend my nights

Now some of you might be asking yourself, I wonder where Murphy sleeps? She's talked about many places to nap and various pieces of furniture but hasn't mentioned bed time in a while. Funny you should ask because I've got a new thing going on.

Now Mookie has changed his nightly (or really late-night) patterns. He now gets up early and leaves me too. I've tried the pity trip thing, doesn't work so don't bother writing in with that advice. So.... around midnight the people in my house start getting ready for bed. Now about a week ago I shocked the shit (oops, not supposed to curse, sorry) out of them by climbing on the bed and waiting for them to come in. Seriously, it freaked them out. In a good way. They were all excited. Not the level of the Kiwi yelling (remember that boys and girls?!) but they got kind of squeaky.

So now the ritual is beginning to cement. After Kansas takes her shower (yes, TMI, deal with it) she scoops me up and it's time to go to bed. Since winter is coming the bed is extra awesome. How I love quilts. The thing is, I have to wait patiently (not my strong suit) until Kansas gets settled. Until the alarm clock is set and either the white noise machine is turned on or a movie is put in (no cable in the bedroom so it's cinema-time). Then, once she gets finally gets her jimmy legs in one place, I hop in between them, near her knees, and snuggle in for a good night's sleep (did I just quote "The Night Before Christmas"? I think I did! No wait, that's long winter's nap... same diff).

Now she has expressed to me that she can't stay like that all night but tough. I don't care. Suck it up woman. And they've tried to talk me into curling up between them, or curling up at Mookie's legs. Nope. I figured out what I want and there's no two ways around it. Sorry sister. The heart wants what it wants and when you rescue a kitten from the streets and spoil her, she's the boss.

Here's a fun picture from a few weeks ago. This is a little quilt MADE FOR ME by Grandma Hewitt. Thanks Gram, I absolutely love it. In fact, it's not a good day if I don't spent a huge amount of time on my rockin' blanket. I think I love the little bunnies the most.

So, curl up with the ones you love, and if they have the jimmy legs like Kansas- just do your best to keep them in line. And before you even ask, no I am not dressing up for Halloween. You can't top perfection people!


Love you,
Murphy

family adventure day (aka the day of shots)

So today was interesting. Apparently, and no one asked me, it was decided that I was going to visit the vet today. I guess it's been a year since my shots and on the off chance that a raccoon with rabies gets into our apartment, I need to be protected. In a move of solidarity (or simply because they don't want to get all sniffy and clammy and feverish) Mookie and Kansas decided to get shots too. They kept complaining about how it hurt their arms. Babies.

Okay, to be honest with you, I really can't call them names. Because I have to admit, I was a bit of a whiny baby myself. My inner drama queen came out at the vet's office. I'm embarrassed to admit it but I hissed at the nurse, hey I don't know that woman, she could be evil. So I got weighed (a lady never tells her weight) and yes the famous butt-thermometer action happened. Then I got two shots, not one like they did, but two. One in the back and one in the butt. Not my favorite few minutes.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about my cool new carrier. It is called the taco, well that's it's unofficial name and I'm sure it originated from Kansas. Mookie calls it the Gato Taco, clearly he's had an identity crisis and thinks he's from Mexico or something (which he is clearly not, he's from the Midwest, very much so). So my carrying case, it's red and zips up. And while it is an improvement from the cardboard box (I know, so embarrassing) it still doesn't make going outside any more exciting. I hate it. I enjoy my view of the world from the living room window, I don't need to be out in it with all the trucks and barking dogs. No way jose.

After the trip to the vet we came home and all relaxed. Mookie and I took a nap and Kansas worked on her computer. Then it was dinner, a bit of house cleaning and now some strange documentary on the History Channel. All in all I want to thank Columbus for giving us this day together. I'm not really sure who he was but I love all being home, even if it involves needles.

It's definitely Fall here, the leaves are falling from the trees and it gets dark earlier. And yes, you remember right?, the blankets have emerged. They are just as amazing as I remember. Well, I have to either play with my little green mouse or take a nap on the blue chair.

More soon,

M

under pressure

okay, all you people begging for a blog entry... here you go. this one goes out to isaac in particular. i know you are allergic to me but i still think that we can be bffs. i know it.

so things are good. summer was exciting, many members of mookie's and kansas' families came to visit. they are cool. i especially enjoy when kansas' sister comes because she sleeps in my room. okay, it's supposedly called the 'living room' but let's face it, it's mine. i don't mind sharing it with her, she reminds me of kansas because they have the same hair color. and she also uses a high-pitched voice when she gets excited.

but let me tell you that september has been a bit rough. mookie is gone a bit more and it took me a few days to get used to it. the only good thing about it is extra love and attention when he gets home. i eagerly await his return:

and also, kansas has been around a little more, which is good. she is funny, or she thinks she's funny and i don't disagree with her. i can't because.... she has started to give me massages. now i think she always would have done it but i let her now. and i think i have this woman to thank, although she scares me... she scares me so much i have to hide under the coffee table. it's my fortress. it protects me, ya know. so watch this, if you dare...

again, i will try to blog more. a girl only has so many hours in the day and between green mouse, blue monkey, the velvet mouse twins, big monkey and my amazing new quilt (thank you grandma hewitt) i barely have time to poop. that's a lie, i always have time to poop, don't ya know it.

i'm off to stalk the neighbors who sit on their porch in lawn chairs. now they are funny.

hugs and kisses,
M

the kiwi

i have an amazing new toy. well, i treat it like a toy but apparently it's a bed. it was sent from kansas for me, all special like. thanks donna!! i have only gotten in it a few times, it is summer after all.

my favorite part of it is that mookie and kansas get so excited when i go near it. they start smiling and cheering "get in your kiwi!!" and "the kiwi!!" and other random hoorays and yeahs.

now i am not sure exactly what a kiwi is but it must be something pretty special. it's like a freaking party over here. so here's a picture of my and my kiwi, from when it first came home. see how loved i am. aren't you jealous. seriously, come over and play with me and i'll let you sleep in my kiwi bed. that's how sweet i am.

i'm one!!!!!

so, i know it's been forever. i figured that if i blogged on my birthday, all might be forgiven. so a year ago i was born on the streets in inwood and now i'm living in style. what more could a girl want?! the last six months have been action packed. trips to the vet (no babies for me) and visits from some of mookie and kansas' family. they are good people. i adore them. john and sally got me a present:




it sang me 'happy birthday' at midnight. okay, i know it was really kansas singing but the monkey was waving it's arms and dancing around so it was really a team effort. here's kansas giving me a snuggle:

i promise to be better about writing. i know i'm the coolest and you missed me terribly.

so if i was going to be making any wishes on birthday candles on any cake (hint, hint mookie!!) i would want the year ahead to bring me many new toys, people to hug and endless sunny days with chirping birds. i wish you all the same but substitute your favorite thing for the birds, unless you also love birds. thanks for being a part of my rather charmed life.

Murphy

happy new year boys and girls

so it's 2009 now.  i was a little scared since 2008 was all i've ever known but i think it's going to be okay.  

i also had my first christmas.  mookie and kansas went to, well, kansas for about a week and i stayed home.  i'll admit it to you now, i didn't want them to go and i definitely made it hard for them to leave.  i alternated between my 'sweet and snuggly' self and my 'absolute terror self' just to mess with them.  but i really do understand.  i don't think that i would like airline travel (i've heard the horror stories) and i know that staying in kansas' parent's house could quickly change from a 'play in the' to a 'poop in the' situation.  i'm mercurial.  i know.  and you love it.  

so, they left and i got to spend the week in the alternating company of tara and beth.  not to be too disrespectful to the two i live with but i have to say that they are truly awesome and we had a blast.  they brought me presents, let me snuggle and each stayed the night so it wasn't a true macaulay culkin situation.  tara's husband pk (not his real name) came over once and we partied it up.    so thanks you two for taking care of me and being so fierce.  i owe you.  or really, they owe you and i just want you to come over and play again.  got it?  don't forget about me.

kansas and mookie came back home on new years eve.  i guess this night is really special but i don't get it.  the delivery guy that brought dinner was really excited and even gave them a wrapped bottle of sake, which i tried to drink and/or knock over about a hundred times.  we watched some idiots sing and do some stupid stuff (can anyone explain the thrill behind robbie knievel?) but we settled on new york 1 right before midnight.  let me tell you, i was mesmerized.  it was amazing.  and i have pictures to prove it so don't you say that i didn't make it to midnight.  i took my disco nap, i was ready for the long haul.  

in closing, i hope the new year brings you every possible joy and blessing.  you deserve it.  now i have some shelves to climb.  if you are keeping track, i am now able to hop onto the third bookshelf and use my paws on the fourth.  sixth shelf here i come!!  now please, distract kansas for me, i'm going in.

much love,

murphy