Comfort can only be found in a teatowel

Henry's been ill with an unexplained fever since yesterday. The fever hasn't been enough to stop him from ordering everyone about, including the cat. Our poor kitty who is on his last legs has taken to eating only enough food in order to stay alive. After he's done this he likes to stretch out somewhere that he believes is a nice, quiet, relatively safe place (i.e. where Henry can't find him)and snooze because eating a whole spoonful of food is exhausting.

Henry, who is too young to understand the joy that vodka can bring, likes to tuck things up in bed because he believes that is the only way to be truly comfortable.

Our kitty, after a particularly exhausting feast of mushed up tuna had decided to hide on the chair that usually does a good job of hiding him away from the heavily loving hands of Henry. Unfortunately Henry spied his tail hanging over the edge. He decided that if Kitty was going to sleep he needed and deserved to have a few of life's little luxuries. He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a few teatowels off the rail and a cushion from the lounge room and did his best to ensure kitty was tucked in comfortably.




After only a few seconds he tore all the covers off kitty and yelled in his ear "wake up now kitty, time to go to work".


Obviously the cat was simply way too worn out from all that eating that he just lay there and let Henry do what he had to do and chose to ignore him.