Saturday 10/15/11: Eating Butter

I couldn't find Henry, I had run through the whole house and he wasn't answering me when I called his name or used our special "paging noise." On my second time through the house, just before I was going to panic, I found him in the corner of the kitchen in front of the fridge, eating a cube of butter. No wonder he didn't call out to let me know where he was.