I realized that for most of my Whiskers on Wednesday posts, and my general Henry posts… I usually let the photos tell the story and I just commentate. I decided that I need to mix things up a bit, give you a photo, and tell you a story.
I’d like to tell you about my SnuggleBug, his many nicknames, and how he fits them. He is one of the most affectionate cats I have ever known. Not just a jump-in-your-lap pet me kind of cat, he doesn’t really do that. However, he loves to be carried around, talked to, and kissed. Since he was little, he’s loved being carried over my left shoulder. He can see up and out, he can chew on my pony tail, and he can give me kisses (mouth, nose, ears, eyes, etc.)
He loves sitting at the bar stools in the kitchen and watching you make food. I usually talk to him when I’m in the kitchen, but my mom doesn’t which causes Henry to meow incessently at her. He is quite vocal! I think he just likes talking to us. I often have a (rather one-sided) conversation with him and me meows back at me. It’s very cute.
His full name is Sir Henry McSquishington Fluffybutt Miller. I also call him Precious, LoveBug, “Hey Babe” when he walks into a room, SweetiePie, HunnyBunch, Pookie, LoveMonkey, Squishy, BabyCakes, and other equally gag-worthy names. It’s odd, my boyfriend and I don’t really do nicknames because they sound a bit fake, but with Henry it just feels natural. I guess it’s like a baby that never grows up and talks back! Haha!
Now to explain his full name, he is quite the little prince, so I had to put some sort of royal “title” in there. The McSquishington is to work in his nickname “Squishy” and a nod to our Scottish heritage. While I don’t ever really call Henry “Fluffy”, he has the fluffiest butt, and the fur is a slightly different texture than the rest of his fur; it’s almost thicker, and actually kind of sticks out. It’s hilarious! Oh and Miller is our last name. I wish I could work “ToeFur” somewhere into his name… it’s absolutely brilliant and I love it, but Henry hates when I play with it!
His regular spot at the kitchen island (away from the food unlike the other photos)
February 4, 2009 at 10:09 am
Ahh Henry, I’d talk to you when I cooked too.
February 4, 2009 at 11:31 am
Beautiful photos. I especially like the 2nd one where he seems to be saying, “Hurry up mom, I’m ready for dinner!”
February 4, 2009 at 12:16 pm
Great photos and thanks for the explanation! I love it. He’s adorable and I talk to my dog like you talk to Henry…Charlee has a bunch of nicknames as well.
February 4, 2009 at 12:58 pm
So cure! Are you sure he’s not trying to order a drink?
February 4, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Precious. Gretchen likes to be carried too. I think she finds trodding on the floor rather “common.”
Love the different expressions on his sweet face!
February 4, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Well, of course he is “precious”. All our fur friends are, right?
February 4, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Henry is just so dang cute! I just want to squish him, LOL! I think he might be fussing at your mom for not talking to him while she is in the kitchen, how dare she! he he
Really great story too!
February 4, 2009 at 3:57 pm
It’s amazing how our cats can have different personalities.
My family has had several cats over the past 15 years and each one had it’s own personality.
Smudge (black with a white locket) was aloof and independent, but also a big scardy cat – afraid of trucks, the garbage man, strangers. She was also very protective of us.
Chuffy (tabby & white, named because his purr sounded like a chaff cutter) was very friendly, liked cuddles and would wash my brother’s hair every chance he got. He was a strange cat – he liked eating peas! If you dropped one on the floor at meal time, he would come and eat it straight away.
Dash (another black cat)got her name becase she ran everywhere.
Tilly (short haired tabby) was a climber.
And now there is Rosie. A long haired tabby, who is absolutely gorgeous. Some days the way her fur goes it looks like she is wearing pantaloons. She worries when we aren’t home when she thinks we should be and watches for us at the window or door. She loves cuddles, belly rubs, and has her own spots to sleep – a particular chair in one room, one end of the couch in another.
February 4, 2009 at 10:38 pm
I love Henry’s full name. :-) I originally called Fluffy, “Fluffy McStash”, because when she was a kitten, it looked like she had a white mustache. lol
February 5, 2009 at 6:12 am
He is absolutely beautiful.
February 6, 2009 at 3:02 pm
I love that picture of him sitting at the kitchen counter! My cat Sheba used to chat with me all the time. I miss her.
I found your site via Musings of a Bookish Kitty reading your comment on the email vs post reply. I’m with you, email works so much better for me.
February 7, 2009 at 7:38 pm
Sir Henry McSquishington Fluffybutt Miller, Oh the name is magnificent for such a creature. He is a very stately feline:)
I adore the second pic. Thanks for sharing. He is very photogenic.