Letter from Henry in his Forever Home!
It’s been a week since I left home and I thought I’d drop you a line or two. I must say I didn’t understand to start with why you wanted me to leave. When I got to Grahame’s place I was a bit upset and hid on a chair under the kitchen table. Well, for about four hours anyway, then I got hungry and had a look at the food laid out for me. Thank you for telling Grahame what my favourite foods are.
After dinner I went over to Grahame to try and figure everything out.
He gave me a nice scratch, so I jumped up in his lap. I couldn’t believe the carry on! Something about putting holes in his legs?!
After putting a doona over him, he let me jump up and gave me a big cuddle. I think it was then that I started to understand. Grahame was all alone and wanted a friend and companion… Pretty good figuring hey Ma. Anyway we’ve become great friends!
Thought for a while I might be a parrot, but could never fit on Grahame’s shoulder, I’ve decided I’m better off being a cat. On that subject, Grahame did some reading and he’s pretty sure I’m almost pure breed British Shorthair, with maybe a splash of domestic in me. In fact he’s pretty sure I might come from that most noble of families ‘Boots’. I can’t tell you how excited I feel knowing that I’m a direct descendant of the famous ‘Puss in’. It’s really quite an honour. Grahame has a picture on his wall of another of the Boots family and I must say there is a definite likeness.
Of course it’s my chair. Who else would it be here for?
Yours, what do you mean yours? Its mine! I don’t want to talk about it anymore and that’s final.This is my new cushion. it’s a bit lumpy and it keeps on moving, but it’s OK. I’d like to get some sleep now if you will stop fidgeting….
Thank you I’ve come to cuddle and have a pat.We even squint and bump heads and everything. So nice to have a pet that can talk cat, at least a little.
I’m getting tired now. It’s time to close my eyes. it’s been a big day of playing and talking… Don’t think I’m quite use to the one on one yet Good night Ma, I’ll write again soon…. Now let’s hope my cushion doesn’t move around too much tonight.
Article Credit : Henry (…of course)