The girls (EZJ & Gilly) are having their hourly baths, and Henry is off in his portal to other dimensions. If I should happen to find him and startle him awake, he acts like I have just ripped him out of paradise. Maybe I have, although most days, he seems to see paradise as the inside of whatever shirt I’m wearing–he has done this since he was a kitten. He’s a cave dweller, Gilly is a tree lover, and EZJ is a nester.
I would love to know where Henry goes in his dreams. Beau and I speculate about this a lot. I should try to draw or paint some of my ideas about his wanderings. I wish I spoke cat.
Pictured: Captain Henry Bartholomew