My daily fight to leave the house gets more ridiculous every day. The moment he hears me jingling the keys he sits in front of the door. At first I just left quickly. Then I rolled a ball along the corridor and he would jump after it. Now I have to throw a toy really fast and quite long, throw out my bags (I usually carry too) and try to jump after them slamming the door shut before the streak of black lightning whooshes out the door, between my legs and up the staircase.
So I’m already having scaled down Christmas decorations and after ignoring the sad remnants for two whole weeks Henry goes and breaks one of the glass cylinders protecting the unadorned, artificial candles.
I think I’ll go and have some Glühwein to console me.
Henry went outside and I left the bedroom door just a bit open so that he could come back at his own convenience. A while later I discovered him sitting on the bed and I thought he’d had enough for the moment and closed the door (baby, it’s cold outside…).
About half an hour later I see Johnny, the neighbour’s tomcat, wandering through the hallway. Inadvertently I had locked him in earlier. This means: they spent about half an hour in each other’s company without complaining about it. Yeah, I didn’t hear a thing!
VoH (Voice of Henry):
What is this?! They’ve changed the colour scheme outside. It’s cold and somewhat wet on my feet, and doesn’t smell of anything.
And now it is even coming from above!
One of the most interesting activities I do around the house – at least according to Henry – is watering the plants. He walks with me from pot to pot, follows my every move like a hawk, and is utterly fascinated with what I am doing. Now if only he had proper thumbs they could be green.
I was extremely tempted to open the tap.
Ariana: I do when Messi does that. Sometimes it takes him a while to realise water’s running down his fur…
Eklastic: You are a bad person. 😁 I actually did later when he came by watching me as I was about to rinse something off. He got such a fright that he jumped backwards, missing the toilet bowl only by luck.
Ariana: Messi’s not scared of water. He almost dies if he sees/hears the hoover or dogs.
Alice: Henry is the best Cat ever!!!
Annika: One of my cats is addicted to drinking from taps. Once, I had the bathtub filled with water due to a water cut for some works and as soon as I go to the toilet, when I got home in the evening, I see my cat flying to the bathtub (as usual) before I could say or do anything… needless to say he flew in and out in a microsecond and I spent the evening cleaning.
Abby: Our cat, Spot, loved it if we’d turn the faucet on just a trickle. She loved to drink from it!
Alec, incidentally the first man to answer: If you open the tap, you will end up with a wet pussy.
Eklastic:
None of the cats I ever shared a house with was interested in catnip. Neither is Henry. But he looooooves “herbes de Provence” and nearly jumped in my plate when I sprinkled some on my food. I put some in his bowl (without any food) and he licked it clean.
Henry still takes an interest in my crochet works. Of course, he totally ignores the stuff I made for him and only tries to run off with the stuff not meant for him.
However, he still also likes to play with his Heffalump. So much so that he finally chewed off his trunk or snout or whatchamacallit and I had to give the poor thing a muzzle to keep the stuffing in.
My baubles and candles are under glass. Open fire is out. And the silver shine comes from the aluminium wrapping of the furniture (which I’ve been told would prevent Henry from scratching the wood).
PS: Henry eats aluminium.
Since his first night with us Henry has been sleeping in the drawer under our bed (on Lothar’s side). No idea how long he can still squeeze in as he is growing rapidly. At the moment this is still his den where we literally can’t touch him.
But no matter what time I set my alarm – he will be on top of me five minutes before, breathing down my neck and licking my ear. There’s nothing like waking up with goose bumps on one side of your body!
Henry 