This evening we saw him in action. He perched at the edge of the deck, and took his time, looking below. Then, one swift JUMP and he was down, making his way to the front stoop and a towel-lined box to cuddle up in. He may not have much time left, may just be practically skin and bones, but this Brooklyn street cat has definitely chosen to go out with a bang and not a whimper. Rock on, Henry.
