Henry the Love Sponge

It’s been touch and go with new kitteh, I can’t lie.

The barfing. The barfing. Holy cow, the barfing. Sunday it was barfing then withdrawing to under the bed. Kitteh was not doing well. Dad and Hick were nice enough to deliver some of the food he’d been used to, but even after that, there was barfing.

Now there was barfing last night too, but it was different barfing. I don’t need to go into the details, but I think the initial barfing was from stress, stress because some moron shoved him into a box Saturday and drove him across town. I think last night’s barfing was because I earnestly offered him too many food choices and he gorged a bit. I’m saying the barf was different. Also last night, no hiding, and in fact he was back at the bowl immediately after. He’s getting settled. And where Sunday I was confessing to my Mom on the phone that I wasn’t sure getting kitteh had been a good idea, today I’m feeling pretty confident about it.

We had a good day yesterday, even if the Tar Heels did blow a 16-point lead at the half to lose to Kansas.

The weirdest part is when I come out to greet him and I can’t find him. He’s always finding new places to perch. Here’s today’s.

This “I know I had a cat last time I came out here” stuff is the most bizarre part of my nascent guardianship. But it is what it is.

And yes, kitteh’s full name has been updated. He is officially Henry the Love Sponge (thanks, Bubba). Anyone who’s met him will agree that it suits.

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