THE MYSTERIOUS MYSTERIES OF MR. RI - Mr. Ri Takes A Knee

You may wonder how I got my name? Well, my “mom” Beth named me Henry, and then started calling me Henri (Onri), which is the French spelling and means “Ruler of the Home”.

Now, she may think this is her house, but she cleans my litterbox, thinks I can do no wrong, feeds me, and ALWAYS tells me I am handsome - humffff, I have it made! I am one handsome hunk, if I do say so myself. I am orange with white high lights, and I have huge green piercing eyes that she can’t say no to. I constantly talk and tell her things I would never tell others, not even my cat friends.

I have 100 vocal sounds up my sleeve, so once in a while I make her second guess what she heard by saying “Momma” and “Hey”. Hey really gets her, because I am not supposed to talk, but I do.

My mom actually calls me Mr. Ri, which also sounds like Mystery, because she realizes how mysterious I am. So, I am a cat of mystery, little does she know what I do in my spare time.

You see, cats have it made in this world if they have love and comfort in their life. We don’t see color, we don’t feel hate, and we don’t discriminate.

When my mom leaves the house for work, my day is on. She thinks I sleep all day, but I do not. I get to stretch my legs, lay in the sun, and take adventures… oh yes, adventures. I like to say that I am spreading peace by going into the neighborhoods and talking up a storm. I use a lot more words when I am not home, although I am at risk of being captured on social media, I don’t want that type of attention, so, I have to be careful.

I tell others that there is a lot to be said for passing on messages of hope, love, and peace. In fact, I roll around and preach it! Who can argue with a handsome cat when they are rolling around on the ground preaching? Seriously, no one. Besides, I am a cat and can’t really take a knee, I would rather be known as a Holy Roller. If I did have a knee though, I would only take it for a session between God and myself.

I do have brothers and sisters, but they are dogs, and they think way differently than I do, but that’s ok, because I accept their views. I put my paws up and cover my eyes when they chase and bark at others, like squirrels and cats, and I think to myself why must you do that? They are a different species than I am, but we are all one, regardless of color, beliefs, or territory. They just don’t listen, they say it’s because the critters run from them, so they will chase them. There is nothing personal involved here, just good old fashion fun, they say. When I try to explain that their antics are no way to treat others, they laugh and scoff and say I am not getting how things work in their world because I am different from them. But I do get it, I am MR. Ri, and I see it for what it is. Mostly though, they do this to others who can’t defend themselves, or, are afraid to speak up, not me, I am Mr. Ri.