North Shore Animal League, via TR 33
Contact Agent Murray:
Agent Murray can be contacted with small swiftly moving objects and
interesting sounds; however, it is recommended that chewy treats or catnip
be proffered to insure a response.
Nap. Eat. Poop. Nap. Occasionally, get petting.
Anything with a playing field large enough to recline upon.
Perfecting the art of hypnotizing people into believing that he has yet to be fed, creating a Murray-shaped groove in the blue chair, tunneling through the carpet to China, keeping Hilatron on her toes, Cato-vs.-Inspector Clouseau-style.
Murray fails to see what the big deal is about the subway, anyway.
As a young cat, Murray fell upon hard times. Luckily, through the auspices of North Shore, he found himself invited into the home of Special Agent TR 33, there to spend a comfortable couple of years roach hunting, getting blunted, playing video games, and enjoying the life of a single cat in the big city. Sadly, Special Agent TR 33 was called away on an important mission overseas. However, Agent Murray has found his way into the semi-suburban home of Agents Hilatron and Ambivalent, who love him dearly and attempt to emulate his fabulous capacity for napping. They have much to learn, but are slowly grasping the intricacies of proper Murray stewardship. And he sure does like having a patio to lounge upon, when the weather is clement.
*Snore* *Yawn*
Final Notes:
Aliases of Agent Murray: The Stupendous Wedge-Cat, Mr. Lumpykins,
Pillow of Destruction.
