17 November:
Henry likes to sit on my desk and watch the cursor flit across the computer screen. So I finally gave in and bought one of these non-laser “catch the toy” torches for him (yes, I know that I have to make sure to give him a treat so that he doesn’t get frustrated). Looks like he is too clever for this toy. He got excited for about 2 minutes, then looked at me and now he charges my hand holding the torch…
16 November:
Either it’s a new plot to get outside (“I just hide in the pizza box and get carried downstairs!”) OR it’s a passive aggressive way of telling us how he likes the food in the house so far (“I’d rather eat a cardboard box!”)
I think it’s the latter. A cat needs to establish early on who’s the box … boss!
November 15:
Henry post of the day: I think I’ve traced down his ancestry. His favourite toy – preferable to his sloth puppet, his minion figure, his feather-toy fishing rod – is a pen, any pen really. When he is not trying to lie on the keyboard or follow the mouse on the PC screen, he will find a pen, push it off the desk or table, and chart it around the floor. 10:1 his great-great-great … great-grandfather was one tomcat called Murr.
14 November:
He is plotting his escape. So far, of course, Henry is still a kitten and confined in the house. But he has noticed that once a day Lothar takes out the garbage – so he gave it a try today and huddled under the paper and plastic hoping that he would be caried through the big front door this way!
November 13:
Henry already has a few dietary preferences. Although like most cats he doesn’t really like milk, he is quite partial to milky foam and I have to defend my afternoon cappuccino against him. He also really likes cream cheese. NB: Please note the speck of cheese on his cheek.
He seems to settle down in the sense that he creates havock around the house. Balance sheet from this morning: created a towel avalanche in the bathroom, burying shampoos etc. underneath, tried to eat earrings (I need to hide them), kicked down the box with Lothar’s tablets, jumped on a pile of newspapers thus pushing down two baking sheets and a pan, crashing onto his water dish (which broke), used a dining room chair as scratching post (which stands next to it), and is currently trying to catch my earring dangling from my earlobe.
11 November:
Our grandson wanted to play Monopoly. Have you ever tried to play a board game with a cat around? Henry kicked the figures from the table, sat on top of the money or sprawled across the board, played with the dice, and chewed the hotels. 😏 it was the most fun we ever had playing that stupid game ! 🤣
10 November:
I like him better and better. He obviously hates me ironing. When I*m on the ironing board (and only then) he jumps up and claws my thighs. I consider walking around crumpled from now on.
9 November:
A friend of mine was in Murano near Venice over the weekend. I think our Henry has relatives in Italy. Maybe his real name is Enrico..
8 November:
Henry post of the day: Our grandson wanted to play Monopoly. Have you ever tried to play a board game with a cat around? Henry kicked the figures from the table, sat on top of the money or sprawled across the board, played with the dice, and chewed the hotels. 😏 it was the most fun we ever had playing that stupid game ! 🤣
Henry 