Poor POOR Henry!
He was peacefully napping under the electric blanket when I stripped the bed linens off to be washed. He had JUST gotten over that trauma when Enemy #1 (vacuum cleaner) came roaring past. He then fled to the back yard where he encountered Enemy #2 (lawnmower). Now, it is about to storm and I have removed the cover off of his bed under my desk so that I can wash that too. Henry will probably collapse from all of this misery and take to his bed for the rest of the weekend!