The Top Sheet Rumble

I changed the sheets on my bed yesterday.  A mundane chore, but surreal without Henry.  He was the sheet-changing supervisor (he was the Everything Supervisor), laying on the yet-to-be stretched lumps, attacking the Bed Boogies that lurked beneath.  But his specialty was doing The Top Sheet Rumble.

As soon as the top sheet fell over him, his hind feet flew up, anticipating an attack.  A hand-like creature swooped in, targeting the exposed belly.  Claws and teeth ripped at the invader.  It retreated.  Henry scrambled under the sheet, waiting.  Fingers teased the hind-quarters, which were seized and shredded.  Another retreat (to suck on puncture wounds), then a deep drive to the belly that left the invader wide open to attack.

The Victor emerged quickly (he seemed to know when to stop by the wailing on the other side of the sheet), licked his lips and bounded off the bed to find other prey (usually Emmett).

I never minded the puncture wounds.  Hen lived by his wits in the wild until The Humane Society found him.  Stuck inside, he needed the exercise and the Hunt.  Poor Emmett was his usual target, but Em learned early on how to lay low and hide.  Henry loved to Rumble, and I learned how to keep my battle wounds to a minimum.

Changing the sheets will always bring Henry back to me.  It won’t ever be a chore.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Moss Piglet
    Dec 14, 2018 @ 11:11:27

    Bless him x

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  2. jinjerstanton
    Dec 14, 2018 @ 12:44:40

    Blessings on your new adventures Henry. Here’s hoping you get lots of challenging hunts in your new existence!

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  3. Live & Learn
    Dec 15, 2018 @ 18:08:58

    Awwwww, moved.

    Reply

  4. Littlesundog
    Dec 16, 2018 @ 07:57:23

    You are a bit of an adventurist yourself and a wonderful mama! A bite or claw is always worth a little risk when it comes to adventure with our hairy kids.

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  5. Jean | Delightful Repast
    Dec 16, 2018 @ 18:22:05

    Sandy Sue, just came over from your comment about scones on Ellen’s blog. Just wanted to send condolences. Henry sounds very missable indeed. Cats are the best!

    Reply

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