Prezzies!

I am so excited! Yesterday me and Sawyer got presents in the mail from our Auntie Skyler. But our mean mommy stuck them under the tree and said we can't open them to Christmas! Hmmmmppppfff!

Hey, I wonder if we can open them somehow without her knowing...

I probably should report that I have been pooping pretty regularly now! My mommy and granny do a happy dance pretty much every day because of it. Good grief!

I'm pretty sure it's my beautiful Rosette, five paws and all these treats that all you wonderful kitties are leaving me! Thanks so much for everything, everykitty! I hope you have lots of prezzies under your tree tempting you right now, too!

Meow later,
Murphy

TO POOP!

I pooped! Maybe even more than once! My mommy and my granny are on Cloud 9.

I know, I know, humans. What can you say?

I just want to let you kitties know that I am so grateful for the warm welcome I've received. I've made lots of friends already, and you're all so nice! Thanks for the pmails and treats and everything. *blush* I'm so happy I found this place!

Meow for now,
Murphy

Hi, fellow cats!

My name is Murphy, and I have a wonderful but somewhat weird family. About 37 times a day, my granny asks me if I’ve pooped. My mommy asks me if I’ve pooped. Sawyer and Percy and Tessa smell me to see if I’ve pooped. Honestly, what is up with that?

They even took me to that mean old lady in that office with the freaky smell who poked at me and prodded and announced that I was completely full of poop! She told my granny she wasn’t crazy, that no, I was not pooping. And she gave her medicine to give me. And I have to eat that slimy stuff off my paw every day, too. Okay, granted, I actually like that stuff, at least the salmon flavored jelly goo. Still…uggh.

I’m actually really healthy. I love to eat. And eat. And eat. I eat fine, and I eat a lot. I also love to play and chase Tessa. The thing is, I’m just too lady-like to poop, and I’m really quite embarrassed to be introducing myself this way. In fact, I can’t believe my mommy is encouraging me to talk about this.

I am really glad to be here on Catster, though, and I hope to make some furry pals, especially ones who understand what it’s like to just not want to share a sand box with two big old oogy boys and a wild child named Tessa. Privacy is underrated, ya know?

Off to eat all the leftover food,
Murphy