Henry and Johnny. Henry is our one-year-old black teenager (in cat years). Johnny is the black and white elderly gent who lives next door. The one who loves Henry’s leftovers. Although I get the feeling that it is less the food that draws Johnny but it’s his way of showing that he is the boss around here. If the doors are open he will come and carefully step in our house. If Henry is around he just watches Johnny walk to his feeding place in his slow-motion gait. Every now and again he starts challenging the intruder and the hissing and spitting and screeching starts.
Great way to start day. Even better when you think: at least it didn’t happen in the middle of the night as it did yesterday.