This is a sad day for seekers of Truth. Henri, the feline French existentialist whose bleak critiques of Life brought despair to millions around the world, has hacked up his last hairball of truth and retires to spend more time hating his family. Au revoir, Henri, we hardly knew ye. (via Lori K.)
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Say it isn’t so! Henri, we are bereft without your wisdom and guidance – hmph, selling out for butt scratches are you? Ah, well, I suppose there’s wisdom in that.
“I will begin after the butt scratches.” ???
Well, at least he’s got his priorities straight.
Adieu, Henri.
A true nihilist. Anonymous butt scratches is all we can expect… in the end. Or on the end…
When I saw the headline I thought something had happened to Henri, glad to hear it meant he is taking a well earned retirement. ?
Me, too! I was so relieved when I read the post and watched the video.
Me three. That last meow panicked me.
He deserves a happy retirement. I can already picture him waking up, rolling over and telling the white idiot to get off his lawn.
Me four! I though Henri had shuffled off this mortal coil. By the way, I love the video in which he scorns the pointless of his human’s insistence on grooming him…and the camera pans to a mound of fluff.
French philosophy will never be the same. J’adore Henri.
Is this too much to ask for his favorite foil le Imbecile Blanc to carry on this um “work”?