The following week, I heard Mom and Dad talking about ways to keep me safe. Mom was concerned that because I could only see out of one eye, a dog might come up on my blindside and do something awful to me. She mentioned someone named Iggy and someone else named Segia. I didn’t know who that was, but knew I could ask Fred. Later … Continue reading Part 4 Keeping Me Safe

After that first trip to the vet, my lady didn’t lie about trying to do something with my infected eye. She told the man that she was going to the store to buy something called sterile saline solution. She said it had been recommended on the Internet, whatever that means. I just know that she started holding me down and squirting liquid into my eye. … Continue reading Chapter 3: My Eye

That first night my lady brought in a plastic box with sand in the bottom. She said it was a litter box, and that she hoped I would use it. I had never used one before, but my mother had told my brothers, sisters, and I about using one when she was young. As Fred started to groom me again, he had whispered that I … Continue reading Chapter 2: My Start as a Dog-Cat

I am a cat. More specifically I am a nine-year-old male cat. My people say I have been neutered. I’m not sure what that means, but just that something in my life is missing. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t live with my people. She says I was less than eight weeks old when I showed up in their backyard. I do know … Continue reading I Am Murphy Jones The Cat