When it happened the first time I thought it was a fluke. But it has happened again last night and now I know: Henry is weird.
He is usually interested when I prepare food but it’s a definite “look don’t touch” approach. Unless I prepare lamb’s lettuce. Henry seems to love the stuff. He attacks the bag it comes in, then attacks my hand until I let him have a few leaves. Go figure.
The problem is called Johnny and he is the neighbour’s cat. He is an elderly gent who has a slight weight problem (he is not fat but he could grow into it) and a kidney problem. Hence he is on a special and restricted diet. Hence he is usually hungry.
It’s now three days in a row that I found him in our kitchen bent over Henry’s food bowl happily munching along. He has gotten cleverer and waited until Henry was out of the house. I heard the crunching noises and thought Henry was having a go until I saw some white fur.
I have no idea how we gonna do this when it will be warmer again and our doors will be mostly open.
Henry 