Good Bye, Murph-Star

My precious Persian Price, Murphy died today.

He was a good cat.
He loved to howl, especially during the night. Upon investigation, he was most typically found dragging a piece of dirty laundry from the hamper around in his mouth.
I can't count the number of times I came home to find that Murphy had dragged a pair of my panties into the Kitchen or Living Room and just left them sitting.
Murphy loved heat. Shortly after we adopted him, we learned he suffered from terrible hair balls, so we routinely took him in for shaves. He looked adorable with his little Lion Cut.
But it made him very cold to have such little fur, so we loved sitting near (or on) anyone who was warm. He especially loved sitting on Ryan. In the winter, when I pull out my handy space heater, Murphy could always be found parked about two inches from the heater. Even when it wasn't on, he would perch right in front of it, just hoping it would start omitting his precious heat.

But what Murphy loved the most was anything soft. He loved pillows, beds, couches, anything that had some "fluff" to it. (Including Ryan's stomach)
He purred a lot. On nights when I couldn't sleep, all I had to do was find Murphy and bring him to bed with me. He would curl up right beside me and purr until I fell asleep. Usually, he was still there in the morning time.

Murphy was a good cat. He will be missed.