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Coloration: Black and White
Likes: To be patted on his head.
Pet-Peeves: Not to be patted on his head. So much so he raises his litle paw to let you know that he is not done yet.
Favorite Toy: Laser Lights
Favorite Nap Spot: Next to my sliding glass door where he can watch the world from a spot unseen.
Favorite Food: Fancy Feast Flaked Ocean Whitefish
Skills: Murder loves to be patted so much he lifts his little paw to beg for more!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: Murder was a feral cat living under a Menonite bakery just outside of Cass, West Virginia. While visiting the area I had stopped by the bakery to get a nice snack (as the food there was wonderful) and I was getting ready to go in when I saw this small furry ball, no bigger than the palm of my hand pitifully shivering surrounded by a small iced over puddle of water sitting in the parking lot. Seeing this poor little thing sitiing there looking so sad and so pathetic it simply broke my heart. I immediately went over to this small furry feral and much to my surprise, instead of running away when I knelt down, this small little kitten quickly scurried down inside my coat sleeve where he finally found warmth. Then, with the small kitten holding tightly to the inside of my coat, I was horrified to see 2 other small furry kittens quickly hiding in a wood pile that was next to the bakery. With the first kitten in tow I quickly tried to catch what appeared to be it's brothers and or sisters. Unfortunately, the other two kittens were too wild and too afraid to get caught. All that I succeeded in acomplishing was to have one of the other two kittens bite my finger so badly that it bled. Accepting defeat and with one furry kitten nestled even further down my sleeve I went in the bakery to ask if I could give the little kitten a home. Much to my delight the owner of the bakery said "yes"! Later that night the kitten, now being called Murder, thanked me ever so graciously for rescuing him. He dug his little claws in the quilt that lead way up to the top of an antique high top bed and quietly and carefully in the middle of the night he settled himself right down on my bare chest and peed and nice warm thank you!
Bio: Murder was a mute when he first came home. The poor little thing would try to meow so hard that his tail would start to twitch, then the twitch would move up his litle sides, then up his little shoulders until you could see his whole body twitch. Finally, with the urge to meow just bursting from his throat he opened up his mouth to form a silent meow. It was not until my boyfriend, Matthew, came along in 2004 and constantly meowed to him each morning while feeding him that Murder suddenly got a voice............................. ......
On Sunday June 2, 2008 little Murder died at home in his mother's arms from kidney failure. Rest in Peace my furry little best friend!
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For Murder, in memory, on the anniversary of his passing...
Four Feet In Heaven
Your favorite chair is vacant now,
no eager purrs to greet me.
No softly padded paws to run
ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry
will say it's time for feeding.
I've put away your bowl, and all
the things you won't be needing;
But, I will miss you little friend,
for I could never measure
the happiness you brought me,
the comfort and the pleasure.
And since God put you here to share
in earthly joy and sorrow;
I'm sure there'll be a place for you
in heaven's bright tomorrow...
Alice E. Chase
Last year at this time my Murder was here next to me. I had taken him outside early in the evening on his pillow just to sniff the air and stroke his head. A couple of days earlier the vet had told me that he was not in pain but was failing and that he would not be with me very long. I did not realize that "very long" was going to end a few short days from then. The vet had asked me what I wanted to do...the answer to that was simple...I wanted to take him home...to share his last little time in a home that was familiar to him, being held in my arms...being loved. After being outside for a bit I brought him back inside and laid his pillow with him on it next to me on my bed. I told him that I was with him and that I would not leave him alone. I wrapped my arm around the pillow and pulled him close to me so I could lay my hand on his shoulder, so I could stoke his soft fur. I laid there silent most of the night feeling his chest move up and down hearing his breathing growing fainter and fainter. I began to stroke his head telling him it was okay...it was okay to go. I told him I loved him and that I was going to miss him terribly but that it was okay to go. Suddenly, aroung 2:30 am, I felt Murder shudder and begin to gasp, I held him closer, I kissed and stroked his soft little head told him how much I loved him and said one last time that "it's okay...it's okay...you can go". Murder drew his last breath and I cried. It is amazing how something so small can become such a big part of your life. A part of me died that day...a part of me of me that I miss! The last four pictures of Murder were taken just a day or two before he passed.
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