Becoming Harry

Tuxedo, Sagittarius, all around good boy

Hello! I’m Harry! My full name is Harrison Chase. I was first called Oney One. You see, I was hungees and I spotted something that could have been food. I just trying to get to it when all these huge things stopped and made noise. They weren’t humans, but they had humans in them. It was crazy! I guess this place was called one avenue or something? I was just a kitten so didn’t really understand humans and their voices. Anyway, all these humans were moving their paws and making weird noises, but one of them smelled good, so I went to it. I lived in what’s known as a “bar” for a couple days I think. Don’t really remember that part. Like I said, I was just a kitten.

Oney One

Next I lived in a “pet store”. The humans there called me Prince Charles. There was a tree and food. Like, food all the time! I thought “this is great!” Humans would look at me though. They all had these big heads. Some had fur, some didn’t. I don’t know. I was just happy about the food.

Prince Charles

I was taken one day. That sounds dramatic! It was though. I just remember human paws through the tree. I was on my way to the food. Next thing I know, I’m in like, a box? I don’t know how to describe it. All I know is there wasn’t food or a tree. I didn’t like it. But, it brought me to a bigger place. Also with food. Not a tree per se, but there were places I could go to look at trees. A lot of them. Would you call it a “back yard?” That’s what I’ve heard. I’m much better at humans now.

Me in my bed

In this place I became the cat I am today. Harry.

Me on mountain mommy

Sure, I still have my ups and downs like any cat, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I can honestly say, I’m home and have food.

My female human. I let her share my bed.

Published by Cindy

For money, I’m what you call a banquet captain. That means I’m in charge of timing and staff at special events, weddings, benefits, movie premiere parties...ect. I’m also a filmmaker and freelance writer. I’m owned by two cats, Samantha and Harrison Chase who reluctantly allow me to travel, something I’m made to do.

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