Murphy, the Maine Coon, has been with us for three weeks. Tomorrow
is his last day on the farm; he's going home to Leavenworth.
Murphy and I have bonded the last week or so, and he follows me around
the house, purrs when I say his name, and curls up next to me at night.
He has made himself at home on the furniture, on our bed, and in front
of the woodstove. I hope we haven't taught him any bad habits.
And although I'm glad that I won't have to cover up
my water glass anymore, I will miss having him around.