The Saga of Henry

In a previous post I told the story of Henry, the stray cat.  Since that time he disappeared for 16 days and returned again.  While he was gone, I was heartbroken.  I didn't realize just how much he had stolen my heart and how much I loved him.  He appeared in my dreams, and I found myself looking out the patio door often feeling lonely.  Little by little I took away his stuff and ultimately decided to throw away his moist food.
The very day I threw away that food he came back!  My daughter and granddaughter were visiting, and I happened to look out the patio door.  I yelled Henry, Henry!  He was in the yard eating old pieces of bread I had thrown out for the birds.
He was starving and covered with cockle burs, not to mention a few ticks.  Over the course of a couple days, I got him well fed, cleaned up and applied the rest of his meds.

 

 

Twice this week I have gotten him to come in the house for a brief time.  He sat on my lap for quite awhile, and I felt like we were both thinking the same thing.  Would his moving in be a game changer?  Is our relationship better the way it is?  Last night he came in and most likely would have stayed, but I opened the patio door to give him a choice.  I don't want to frighten him too much or make him feel trapped.  He went out again, but I will try again tonight.  Henry gives me purpose and a link to childhood memories.

Above is a photo of Henry having a good rest on the deck due to a full stomach and lots of hugs from the woman that loves him.

Thought for the day:   Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.   Wm Shakespeare