|
i love kittens. my dormmate jack had one named henry. henry was a nice, black tomcat. i shared my breakfast with it. when eating breakfast, henry would stretch its upper body to reach the table top with its front paws. it is amazing to watch how the body of a cat could physically stretch out at a time like this. i used my front arms to block its way to jump up to the table top. i saw jack ate with henry like real buddies sharing meal with the same plate! sometimes, henry came to my bedroom and rested on my bed. once i tried to cover it with a blanket. henry struggled, trying to escape, for a mimute, then became quiet. i heard snoring from underneath. what did henry do? i removed the blanket and found henry lied comfortably with eyes closed. normally i would play with henry after i finished my homework. but i never let it sleep in my room. henry was quite spoiled. it wanted to sleep on bed, and i couldn't agree on this. so one day, henry made its revenge by spitting at my door outside. and i responded by cutting the usual morning share with it by half for three days. when jack went out of town, he had to put henry at his girldfriend's dorm. i moved out of my dorm before the next academic year began and jack also moved out with henry. i didn't see them again. |
|