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Henry, the Covid Cat
How a tiny black and white cat brought joy to a family struggling through the pandemic.
All my life, I’ve been a dog person. I don’t mind cats. They’re cute enough, I suppose, albeit in an annoyingly independent way. It’s just that the canines of the world have always taken top billing in my heart. Those luminous eyes, the wagging tails, the unconditional adoration — what’s not to love?
But that was before.
Before Covid hit and the world came screeching to a halt, trapping us all inside our lonely little bubbles.
Before my oldest daughter and her fiancé were both forced to work from home in their tiny two-bedroom apartment and decided they wanted to bring a pet into their lives.
Before Henry.
My older daughter called one day to say she and her fiancé had been talking about getting a pet. Both were going a little stir-crazy working from home. My daughter’s Ph.D. research had been put on hold, their sports activities had all been curtailed, and their wedding postponed. They needed something to focus their attention on.
