His name is Henry, and I can't believe I forgot to introduce you all to him.
Ta-da!
Henry, Poopshuters. Poopshuters, Henry.
I know, I know. I'm now one of those people. people who show off pictures of their pets and gush about how cute they are, but...
oh, just look how cute he is!
Seeing as how having children is still a few years off (at least) this is the closest thing i'll have for a while, and I gotta show him off.
So, for now, this is my little boy. He's a quirky little s.o.b. too. He won't leave us alone to sleep at night. He likes to crawl all over our heads, and play with our feet. so we lock him out of the bedroom at night.
In response to these measures, Henry likes to attack the door and cry until one of us can't take it anymore and lets him back in.
One night I decided to try leaving the tv on at a low volume to maybe trick him into thinking he wasn't alone out there.
Lo and behold! A restful night without a crying kitty.
Next morning I found him sitting on the couch, attentively watching the screen. Actually, that morning and every morning since.
Strange little bugger, but... look how cute he is again!
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