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.
Over a week ago I received a beautiful posy of flowers, now a bit worse for the wear. This morning Henry jumped up on the sideboard where the vase stands, nudged the flower head until a single petal let loose and slowly floated to the floor. Henry hopped after it and proceeded to eat it. Up he went on the sideboard again, nudged the flower, hopped after the petal and ate it. Hop, nudge, repeat. I put a stop to it after a while because I have no idea whether wilted daisies are actually good for cats and I don’t want to clean up after him. But it seems I had pegged Henry all wrong: he is not a gardener who delights in growing things, he is a gourmet (or possibly, a gourmand).
Henry 