Henry the Gentrified

Again it has been awhile since posting, and during that time Henry has become quite comfortable in his new life.  He has now had all his vaccinations, deworming, ridden of fleas and ear mites and been neutered.  Through all that trauma, he has become more attached to me rather than rejecting me.
He now does typical cat stuff such as sitting in front of the computer screen while I'm trying to use it, curling up on my lap while I'm watching television and batting items around the house.  He actually follows me around like a puppy.

 

 

He and Maxine have come to some type of agreement which is nice.  Henry loves to sleep with me when I go back to bed in the morning after Brian goes to work.  He shows up some times during the night but seems to prefer to wander around during that time.  I do wish he would realize he can show his love for me in other ways other than licking me; at times he even licks my hair. Not good.

He has become quite a handsome cat, and I am still a bit baffled as to why I love him so much.  I find myself having a great amount of respect for his ability to survive in the wild battling predators, weather, disease and traffic.  He is a miracle cat in my eyes.  Now and then he will sit by the patio door and watch birds, squirrels, etc, and I wonder if he longs for the old life.  However, he has made no attempt to escape to the outdoors.

Quite a few times in my life I have learned to "never say never".  I was never going to get another cat, but fate won out and now Henry David is a big part of my life. 
Thought for the day:  Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.  James Herriot