It's hard to say goodbye...

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.