I adore Murphy. Although I consider Tavi my “one” pet, Murphy will break my heart one day. But he can be a jerk. He fights with his brother. He hogs the bed. He howls. He whacks kittens on the head. He teases the foster cats. Sometimes he flat-out mean to them.
However, he is not stupid. Known for hissing at foster cats, he never said an impolite word to Bear. Or Arthur. With Norm! I think he’s going even further. I did a pretty big clean-up on the weekend. Norm! arrived Saturday and I’ve seen Murphy cautiously peering through the windows, nary a hiss to be heard. Then this:
Toys started appearing outside the foster room. First one, then another, then more. The foam balls are Murphy’s favourite (after the laser pointer) and I just can’t help feeling he’s offering them to Norm! in an overture of preemptive friendliness.
(I had a glimpse of Jonesy near Norm!, one on either side of the door. Jonesy looked like a teenager!!)