Murphy's Days

There is lots of joy in autumn.  But, one of the sad things is the cold.  I am finding that I keep the back door closed.  And for Murphy, that is not good.

This summer she seemed most content laying on the back porch, sniffing the air, napping, watching over her domain.  

We're going to have to think of substitutes for those moments, those hours.  I actually thought about installing a heat lamp for her.  Nothing but the best for my girl.

But it seems she, as usual, has already figured it out.  Sitting in the kitchen.  From the kitchen she can peer around the corner and see a glimpse of me in my study, the front and back doors, and know exactly where Sage is at all times.  That's Murph, one step ahead of me, always.

Murphy's day.