Stitch’s First Birthday

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Hello my name is Stitch Murphy and today is my first birthday. Do you see the birds on the wall behind me? Well, the stoopid hoomins put them up and they are actually fake bird stickers. I’ve killed about five of them. Happy Birthday to me.

Creeper Cats

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Every morning when I work out the cats are super creepers. Kitty sits by the tv staring and Stitch sits on the coffee table staring… Just staring.

One of my favorite patients EVER

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This is Odin and if his people were struck by lightning I would take him in a heartbeat. He is a Bengal but he acts more like a Labrador. He is very relaxed and friendly. He plays fetch. He is one of my absolute favorites.
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Stitch Murphy Faces

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I am amazed by all the different looks that this cat has. Sometimes he is Crazy Cat and sometimes he is Grumpy Cat.

Hubert the Moth

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I have no idea what kind of moth this is but he is really cool and I anthropomorphized him and named him Hubert. Hubert flew into the kitchen and we tried to get him back outside but he kept flying in. I couldn’t find him when I woke up so I think he’s dead now. I just want to say a few words to Hubert… Thanks Hubert for reminding me that I don’t hate all insects and I’m really sorry if one of my cats tortured you before you died. That is all.

Naughty Row Row Tricks

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A couple of days ago, while I was working from home, Rowan pulled paper towels out of the trash that had I used to soak up beef fat and began eating them. I’ve had my new trash can for four months and thought it was impenetrable. It is tall and has a lid heavy enough to keep Rowan out, or so I thought. What pissed me off most about this is that Rowan jeopardized the kitten. Stitch Murphy was sitting right next to him trying to join in on the fun. By now I know that Rowan has a stomach of steel and is in no way prone to pancreatitis but he could’ve made the kitten really sick. I yelled at him and he ran to the bed and did this pose. I really can’t stay mad at him for long, he is uncommonly cute.

I’ve been thinking that, when you have a little dog who is as food motivated and hyper as Rowan, it is like being the parent of a toddler who never grows older and is hell-bent on eating anything that remotely resembles food. Part of my relationship with Rowan involves discovering and putting an end to his food retrieval techniques. For the longest time, I kept bread, rice, and tortillas (since I use these items pretty often) on a waist-high rack that is in my woodblock island in the kitchen.

Well, one night while I was sleeping (this is before I began locking Rowan in the bedroom at night) Row Row perfected the method of standing in the lowest rack of the island while nudging food items through the space between the wood slats to the end of the rack and, finally, getting out of the island and standing on his tip-toes to retrieve the food items from the edge of the rack. I woke up in the middle of that night to find Rowan just finishing off a bag of corn tortillas. He had already eaten an entire loaf of onion dill rye bread and half a bag of uncooked rice. FYI, uncooked rice just goes right through them pretty much unchanged. Before this incident, Rowan got some uncooked rice but I couldn’t figure out how and I didn’t know that he ate the rice until I saw his rice poop the next day.

Anyhow, I took Rowan to the emergency clinic that night to induce vomiting and he ended up being just fine. I called them when I was leaving to find out the cost of these things and to tell them what my dog had done. When I walked in the door the receptionist said, “That little guy ate all that? I thought you were going to bring a lab in.” No, my lab was still sleeping like an angel at home. Then, and I’m really not making this up, Rowan shit on their welcome mat.