……and in the eight years that I’ve known him, he’s mellowed into a mildly sociable and funny personality.
Henry the Gray is my cat. This is him, trying to convince me that I want to give him my dinner.
Henry the Gray was not the most congenial of cats when I met him. At two, he was angry, aggressive and spoiled by his owner, who felt guilty for not spending time with him. Because Henry’s previous owner was moving and could not take him to the new place, she turned to me. I took him in. I couldn’t not take him in. If I didn’t, he would go to the pound or a shelter and aggressive animals don’t last long there.
After we established that I was his boss, Henry the Gray relaxed and took on the role of my watcher. He enjoyed surfing the internet with me (although I suspect it was the cursor on the computer screen that had his interest more than anything else). I would leave the local jazz station on when I left my apartment for the day and found him relaxed or sleeping when I came home.
When I decided to move back to my home town, Henry the Gray came with me. He loves to explore the garage and the back yard and has an on-going negotiation with another cat that has decided to make its home with us.
As a cat, Henry the Gray takes his duties very seriously. Whenever the kitchen waste-basket trash talks him, Henry the Gray takes it upon himself to establish who is boss.
Because I am concerned for his safety, Henry the Gray is not allowed outside on Halloween or the Fourth of July.
He does not approve of these rules.
It is amazing to me that he has grown to be such a funny and curious cat in the time I’ve become his human. His personal growth touches me and reminds me that we are all capable of such change, given patience, love, guidance and consistency.
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Henry the Gray.
February 12, 2016 at 6:24 PM
What a beautiful friend…
February 25, 2016 at 9:56 PM
Yes, he’s a good cat. Thank you! 🙂