Mortimer McMurphy and Merlin

I gave my Mom a beautiful male scottish fold kitten for her sixtieth birthday. She cleverly named him Mortimer McMurphy since she felt he had to have a proper Scottish name. Murphy, as he was affectionately called, died yesterday at the age of sixteen and a half. He provided my parents with years of love and companionship and the grandkids with years of playful torment and teasing. We are all so profoundly sad, and my Dad said he lost his little buddy. They have had him cremated and we will go out to the farm when the bluebonnets are in full bloom and scatter his ashes, just like I did with my own beloved scottish fold, Merlin, so many years ago. Losing Murphy has filled me with sadness and brought back such wonderful memories of my cat that thought he was a dog. My parents told me yesterday that they dont want another pet. I have never been able to have another cat because I know that Merlin, just like Murphy, was one of a kind. So special a friend that he just cant be replaced.

Rest in peace Mortimer McMurphy. And thanks for the memories Mister Merlin.