I don’t like Henry playing with cats

Hen­ry was hav­ing a lot of fun today. He was a lit­tle excit­ed tonight, and I was afraid he’d pounce on me, so I asked Dad to hold Hen­ry. When­ev­er he pounced on me, I’d fall down with a thud. I could­n’t stand still at night because I was wear­ing roller skates. Yes, roller skates. You got it right.
 
Hen­ry made some progress today; he even walked across the stone bridge. I won’t go into the poop thing. Oh, there’s one more thing I don’t like: Hen­ry play­ing with cats. Those cats are stray, and I’m afraid they’ll get into a fight. These stray cats aren’t like pets; they’re cats that play out­side on their own and don’t have own­ers. I’m wor­ried about them fight­ing. With­out own­ers, there’s no one to take care of them. If Hen­ry gets into a fight with a cat, the cat could win, or Hen­ry could win. I don’t like Hen­ry get­ting close to that cat; its claws are so sharp. So we took Hen­ry some­where else.
 
Also, when I was talk­ing to my dad, Hen­ry always came over as if he want­ed to lis­ten to what we were say­ing.