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!
VoH (Voice of Henry): They are keeping me prisoner here! (This is a memory from when I was young. Like two weeks ago.)
And today they openend the door! They actually opened the door!! I was outside for the first time. It was glorious. I ran around, I sniffed green things. I scratched brown things. I squeezed through a silvery hard thing and almost didn’t find my way back but then suddenly there was lots of air and a brown papery thing tried to catch me and chased me back inside! I can’t wait for the next time they open the door!
Henry behaved like an old pro during his second trip to the vet. His kept his caterwauling to a minimum in the car and was almost (!) quiet in the vet’s office. No waiting this time. He was very curious the whole time and complained about me, and the drive, and the indignity of it all to the vet. She then proceeded to feel his balls (which he liked) and declared them small, which means cutting them off can wait a bit.
Back at home je immediately tried to eat the computer mouse. Maybe he senses a connection now that he is chipped.
22 November:
I’m usually not quick enough to catch Henry at his pranks. This morning I found him hugging and battling and scratching the roll of kitchen towels.
21 November:
VoH (Voice of Henry): They are keeping me prisoner here.
Henry 