Henry has been eating like a horse lately.  I fill up his food bowl and BAM, he’s in there eating it.  Maybe he’s putting on his winter blubber because BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE.  (Freeze Warning signs are even up.)  Usually he’s kind of a grazer, he may or may not eat every day.  Lately, it has been every day, and all of the food he’s given.

I filled up his food bowl yesterday, while Joey sat ensconced in blankets on the futon waiting for me to hurry up already so we could watch Big Bang Theory.  As I dumped Henry’s food in his dish I yelled to Joey, “I think Henry’s pregnant, he is eating so much food all the time!”

“Uhh, babe?” Joey yelled back, “Henry’s a boy and he’s fixed.  He isn’t pregnant.”

“Yeah, that’s true.  I guess he and I have the same odds then, don’t we?” I hollered back.

Then I laughed and laughed and laughed about it.  I’m not sure if it was hysterical laughter, or if I actually thought my statement was funny.

Joey certainly wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to laugh or pinch me to snap me out of hysteria.

I smirked tonight when I refilled Henry’s food dish.  I still think he’s probably pregnant.