Aug 31 2009

Heavy Petting

Published by at 11:39 am under Henry,Life in Oaktown


Henry hangs out

Here’s a first: Henry was more interested in being petted than eating this morning. He came running to greet me as usual, with his gruff yet muted meows, but after I put the food in his dish, he followed me when I went to put the measuring cup back into the food container. I petted him, and he pushed his head against my hand, and when I went to leave, he followed me again. I petted him more, and led him back to his dish, where I petted him until he started eating. I have to say it made me really happy, even though the girls were glaring furiously from the porch at this disgusting PDA.

In other news, it appears that the Mexicans have moved out, taking their incessantly yappy dogs with them. A moving truck appeared on Saturday, and yesterday, they seemed to be packing up the last of their things, including the aforementioned yappers. They actually swept up the poo from the ce-ment back yard, so it must be official. And the quiet was blissful! I hadn’t realized how hard the constant barking was on my nerves until it was gone.

It’s strange having the house next door dark and empty. It reminds me of the eerie stillness following a power outage, the background hum of appliances suddenly extinguished.

They cut every single flower from their garden before they left.

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3 Responses to “Heavy Petting”

  1. joyon 31 Aug 2009 at 5:16 pm

    Congratulations upon acquiring another cat…..Henry looks most relaxed and I love the way he curls his front paws around.
    This is really quite an accomplishment in the art of kindness and above all patience. Also I’m sure he is glad to hear the last of the Yappers too.

    Wonder who will be moving in???????????

    jx

  2. Guyon 01 Sep 2009 at 3:52 am

    Henry knows where to go to get attention and kindness, he looks quite comfortable just lying there and I agree, love conquers. Glad to hear the next door people have finally decided to leave, one can tell what kind of folks they were and what they thought of people just by cutting all the flowers.

  3. Mikeon 01 Sep 2009 at 8:55 am

    But you’re still moving, right?