I am very sad to report that Henry, the world's most magnificent cat, is dead. He went out one evening and didn't come home. The next morning, a nearby vet's office called to tell us that one of the staff there found him on the road on her way to work. He was chipped, so they were able to find us. We picked him up and buried him in the backyard. I really don't have anything else to say, except for it sucks having a dead cat.