Murray (whose name was originally "E") was an injured kitty in foster care with me. He was an unneutered, rowdy Tomcat who appeared to have been injured in a fight. I wasn't planning to keep him, until I lost my 10 year old Calico to a severe injury. Murray had lots of cattitude, which is a quality I look for in a cat.

Going through the police academy was a challenge with long-haired, solid-white Murray, whose gorgeous fur stood out nicely on my dark blue uniform during our daily uniform inspections. It got to be a joke after a while, and it wasn't uncommon for one of my classmates to tell me, "You have some Murray on your shirt".

Murray now spends his days lounging on the bed or in the window, harassing my pit bulls (who are absolutely terrified of him), and demanding attention from anyone within reach.