This week's Henry update is brought to you by Wednesday, 'cause Thursday's and Friday's post are already full with other things.
Our H.S.T.B.F.F* fella is really getting around Henryville these days.
He may be wary, but he knows when it's dinnertime.
Look at that face, he's telling me that I need to step away from the keyboard, to put some gushy goodness into that empty bowl.
The humans cannot yet touch Henry, and if someone is moving too fast, he'll head for the hills.
Henry squeaks and trills, so he's sorta singing for his supper, no?
*hopefully-soon-to-be-formerly-feral
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