Henry is the epitome of feline evolution—a rare fusion of strength, flexibility, agility, and beauty. He has a spotty tabby coat with a snow-white underbelly. Beyond his anime-sized eyes, his most distinguishing feature is a large brown mark covering the entirety of his nose, making him look like a little clown at a children's birthday party. A faint but notable yellow spot sits on one side of his mouth, as if he's perpetually forgotten to wipe his face after dinner.
Henry is a big cat by normal measures—and has a personality to match. His prowess extends far beyond physical beauty. At the tender age of two, he has confirmed kills spanning five phyla:
- A score of adventurous house spiders from the Arthropoda
- A showy North American sparrow from the Aves
- A slithering garter snake from the Reptilia
- An innocent mole from the Mammalia
- Countless strayed flies and butterflies from the Insecta
If he were a character in an old Western like Rango:
The cacophony of glasses and chatters comes to a sudden halt. The rodent residents of the town quietly slip out from the back door. Even Rattlesnake Jack dares not remain in the way.
Entering the tavern is Henry.
Holstering all his gears, a finely stitched snakeskin belt hovers around his puffy waist—polished so shiny it appears pitch black. Half a dozen talismans made from tarantula fangs dangle from his neck. As he takes off his moleskin hat, an ornamental sparrow feather flutters to the ground. All who witness it tremble in its wake.
July 28, 2025 at home in Bothell, WA