Henry loves Ria, our cat. I’m not quite sure the feeling is mutual. He started saying, “kitty” about a week ago. It kind of sounds like, “kee kee”. His approach to her is to do a great wrestling move and lay on her flat. I don’t think she is a fan but she’s a pretty good sport. He also loves her scratching post:
Henry then decided it would be a good idea to follow Ria under our bed. About halfway through I think he realized his mistake:
Paul came to the rescue: