Add another cat...stir..

And VIOLA! Instant insanity. Meet Murphy, the newest member of the nuthouse.

I adopted him from the local shelter. He was a stray...

Since I currently already have one dog..and one cat, Murphy is currently cooling his fuzzy little heels in my bedroom, acclimating himself to the new environment, while I slowly introduce him to society.

He has a nervous stomach, which while thankfully has not resulted in puking...it has resulted in gas and bad breath (I have been assured this will pass when he settles down)

So..my room smells like...well...sun warmed cadaver.

His little bio said he was "chatty". However it did not mention his meow was soundless, like an old charlie chaplin movie...or cat charades.

He purrs, and when he sniffs around it sounds like the ladies room at studio 54.

This cat could snort a Buick...however he rarely actually MEOWS with acoustics...its a bit disconcerting.