Harry will be snotty when we take his perch away. He is stately and responsible when he is on his perch.
Sometimes birds fly by Harry’s perch. He tries to be nonchalant, as if birds are not relevant, but for a moment, you can see him in a startled state. The blackbirds squawk at Harry, but he does not say anything to them.
Harry’s perch is dirty most of the time.
It might be cruel for us to take his perch away from him. We’ll need to replace it. I might get a trunk for Harry. I tell Harry that everything is temporary, even the best things in life. I tell him we’ll get along.
All of us should have perches. Perches allow you to see the world from above, and as long as you are solemn in your responsibility and not judgmental, perches are quite therapeutic.
My perch is in the car on a snowy day, but it can be any weather and at any time. I believe that my car is my most intensely spiritual refuge. That is odd and some people do not like that aspect of me. I don’t worry about that. I have a place to go, and this has been true of all of my cars.
I’d like to meditate with Harry on his perch some day. One time I offended Harry by telling him he looked like a vulture while sitting on his perch.