Animal Wednesday Or Henry V BEFORE his Traumatic Time

Henry must have wanted to go shopping as he is pulling at my purse strings hanging out of my back pack here!

And then he took ownership of the new guitar's box which he felt was shaped perfectly just for

him!

But then I started doing things like cleaning house

(an anomaly that only happens big right before company is expected)

and moving furniture around

and dragging things into and out of the garage

and then two little kids came to the house

bringing their own gear and high energy

and Henry high tailed it out the door.

Never mind that it was raining cats and dogs

and continued to rain and rain and rain...

He refused to come in.

Finally on Sunday in the wee hours of the dark morning

he told DH to let him in and he slept fitfully at his feet

but once those little kids feet came down the stairs

he screamed to be let out again

and never mind that it was still raining cats and dogs outside

He stayed out and stayed out and even long after

those little kids went home

he would not come in the house.

He came to the door twice,

once when I whistled for him

and later once when DH called him.

But he would not come in the door.

He ran off again and hid.

Only much much much later did

he drag is soaking wet

furry self to the door

and chanced entering his house

that place he once called home

And only then starving as he must have been

did he decide those little kids were gone for good

did he eat and then snuggle up on my chest

and hid his face in the crook of my arm

and stayed that way for hours

no doubt praying

that the house was once more his

safe haven. And that box?

Well it went home with those little kids! They are nothing but trouble

for a cat!