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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Murray rhymes with Curry

When I was growing up (And through most of my college career) my family had a cat named Murray. Murray was what my father referred to as "A Mans Cat". He was a big gnarly tom cat that had been one of 6 kittens found abandoned in an alley in El Monte. My father's friend had found them. He was what they call a Polydactyl cat, where in he had 6 toes on one front paw and 7 on the other, making him able to do great damage to a annoying 4th grader that tries to carry him over to see the neighbors new German Shepherd (not me but an annoying friend of mine did this, as I said he was big and gnarly and I have no idea what would have crossed her mind to think this was a good idea and she's lucky that she still has both her eyes intact.)
Murray used to guard the house....anytime you pulled in the driveway he was sitting at the front of it waiting for you (how he knew I have no idea) and would start yowling and would walk along side the car till you parked.
His other favorite activity was spraying the windshield of my brothers car (which delighted me to no end) and it usually ran into his air vents, so on a cold day, when you turned the heater on you got an effect that my Mother referred to as "warm Murray."
Murray was 17 years old when he had a stroke that left him without the use of his front legs below the elbow....in true feral Alley Cat fashion he managed (despite my parents efforts to catch him) to run off, on his elbows for 2 weeks, finally returning in the middle of the night to suffer another stroke on the front porch where my poor father found him and took him to the vet where he was put down. My Father does not believe in putting animals down unless it's the only option and Murray was his cat more than anyones...it was really sad.
My mom has a Red Lentil Curry recipe that she calls Murray Curry because "Murray rhymes with Curry". She has a photo of him at the bottom of the recipe. I'm making Murray Curry tonight and I got to thinking about Murray, hanging on the screen door and attacking the neighbor kids. God he was a great cat.

1 Comments:

At 12:44 PM , Blogger Betsey Booms said...

So, I had a cat named Murray...

And, I've had two different Polydactyl cats.

One named Tigger and one named Lou, short for Lucifer John Rotten because he was black and he had 6 toes on 3 feet and 7 toes on the fourth. He was the spawn of satan (666).

 

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