Saturday, November 11, 2006

Friday Cat Blogging


Henry. My wife's greatest wish is that Henry dies in his sleep sometime soon. Since we added another hungry mouth to the household, the boy has taken to spraying the front door, attacking the dogs randomly, and yowling at all hours of the night while sitting in his litterbox. A healthy twelve years old, he's always been high-strung, so most of his current offenses are differences of degree rather than of kind. Although he's one of the friendliest cats I've ever known, he goes berzerk during times of stress; my old vet in Minneapolis, for instance, was unwillling to see him unless it was an emergency, thanks to several visits during which at least three doctors and assistants were required -- with the aid of special feline restraint devices -- to hold him down.

All that being said, Henry's greatest pleasure in life is beer, which he will drink directly from the bottle.