Reflections of a Bookstore Cat

By Henry

Let us talk about something that everyone and thing in the world experiences. Getting old.

I see a lot of people walk through these doors and some of the sweetest folks are the ones that I can keep up with. The slow walkers as I like to call them.

Mingling with the slow walkers

 I never have to worry about them chasing me around the store or picking me up too rough. They are so gentle and are always so happy to see me, usually they will find a chair to sit in and let me hop in their lap for some loving.

This is not to say that I don't appreciate the young ones as well. They are usually happy and smiling all the time. They may pet me a little rough sometimes, but I know their intentions are gentle.
These young ones were really gentle

 The  energy they emit is often contagious, as are their meow's. Anytime I hear a loud human "meow" anywhere in the store I'm drawn to it and have to go investigate. Normally what I find is a little bundle in a basket
See, that's what belongs in a basket

 or someone's arms (right where I am supposed to be, no hard feelings) and I do my best to comfort them by rubbing against legs or clawing at couches and rugs. It calms me down, why wouldn't it work for others?

Now I'm no spring chicken, or cat as the saying should go, but I'm in good shape. My owners give me glucosamine for my joints, but otherwise I'm medication free.

I stay on top of my health and medical care

 Not bad for a fifteen year old going on sixteen. I may sleep a lot, but what right minded creature doesn't want to sleep a lot? Celebrate your age, embrace the years of experience you have or will have, and never forget we are all on the same trip. Be it the starting line or the finish, the road is shared by all. And they're off.....

Dickens tends to be a bit of a hypochondriac

“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
Jules Renard


  1. Would like reading suggestions from you, Henry. I have a 5 year old dachshund who needs to be educated.

    1. You two may enjoy Rita Mae Brown and her detective series about a dog named Baxter (a three year old dachshund) and his human. I think the first one is called A Nose for Justice. I usually don't read to much about the other species, but this one was pretty fun.

  2. Great blog, Henry. Nice of you to post a picture of Dickens, too. The two of you add much to the wonderful ambiance at Vintage Books.