Cats are assholes.
Henry: I’m twice your size suckers. Deal with it. Cleo (the black and white girl) #1: ohgodohgodohgodohgod Old Orange Fozz, Catkin: I’m cool out here in the hall. Just hanging. Out here. Also, you can eat the black and white one. That’s cool with me. Go for it.
Henry poops like a grown man. Either that, or some man is climbing through my windows, sneaking into the kitty box, and doing his business. Somehow, this seems like a preferable alternative to the possibility that it’s Henry.
My mother-in-law is moving in with my brother-in-law and his wife, so someone must take Henry the Cat. We draw the short straw. Henry is now ours. Don’t get me wrong. I love cats. I have two. So what’s the big deal about three? Well, this is Henry. I know…