No one knew exactly who they were or where they had come from. They had moved into the house next door to us in the middle of the night. They were a nice family – there were the parents, a brother, a sister and a whole bunch of cousins, aunts and uncles. They also had a pet chair named Murray. They kept Murray in a special little house in the backyard. He was a friendly chair, sometimes we’d pet him through the fence. We asked mom if we could get a pet chair but she just poured oatmeal on our heads and kept licking the curtains.