Sometime in early 2001, a young brown tabby cat invited herself into our lives. She showed up at David's house a few days in a row. One evening, David called saying "Your cat is here." When I arrived, she was enjoying a dinner of tuna and milk. I was hooked and so was she. I don't know where she came from, but I was certain of where she belonged.
Henrietta was so sweet that she could even charm people who don't ordinarily like cats into letting her sit in their laps.
No cat has ever appreciated sun more, and she could often be found lying on her back with her feet in the air, enjoying a spot of sunshine that she'd claimed.
We miss her a lot, but I know she lived a good kitty life. I won't pretend to know what happens to an animal's spirit when they die, but I do know that Henny will live on in our hearts and memories. Unfortunately for any future cats we may have, Henrietta will be the yardstick by which any other cat will be measured. I can't imagine another one living up to her high standards. She was quite a girl and we'll miss her. Love you, Henrietta!