Home Actress Bridget Regan HD Photos and Wallpapers February 2022 Bridget Regan Instagram - Eamon and Frankie were away somewhere, most likely San Diego. I was home, but not alone because Henry (that’s the thing about pets, right) It was summer night and a fat fly had been slow buzzing around the apartment all evening. I was trying to get to sleep early, I had an early call the next morning for ‘The Last Ship.’ Henry was on the bed, eyes mostly shut, sometimes clocking me as I chased this asshole fly around. I knew the loud buzz would keep me awake. After many failed attempts, I gave up. The fly won. I went into the bedroom to try and get some sleep. Before I turned off the lights, the fly came in again. My frustration boiled. Then, in one swift motion, Henry reached both of his paws up above his head as he stretched up long on his hind legs and clapped his paws together and then slammed them down on the bed. He sniffed inside his paws and… ate the fly, tilting his head to one side as he chomped open mouthed while looking at me like, “Easy.” Never had I been more proud. What a boy. My Henry. My Hee Raa, my Hee Dah Mow Mow, the Razzle Dazzle Ree Rah.

Bridget Regan Instagram – Eamon and Frankie were away somewhere, most likely San Diego. I was home, but not alone because Henry (that’s the thing about pets, right) It was summer night and a fat fly had been slow buzzing around the apartment all evening. I was trying to get to sleep early, I had an early call the next morning for ‘The Last Ship.’ Henry was on the bed, eyes mostly shut, sometimes clocking me as I chased this asshole fly around. I knew the loud buzz would keep me awake. After many failed attempts, I gave up. The fly won. I went into the bedroom to try and get some sleep. Before I turned off the lights, the fly came in again. My frustration boiled. Then, in one swift motion, Henry reached both of his paws up above his head as he stretched up long on his hind legs and clapped his paws together and then slammed them down on the bed. He sniffed inside his paws and… ate the fly, tilting his head to one side as he chomped open mouthed while looking at me like, “Easy.” Never had I been more proud. What a boy. My Henry. My Hee Raa, my Hee Dah Mow Mow, the Razzle Dazzle Ree Rah.

Bridget Regan Instagram - Eamon and Frankie were away somewhere, most likely San Diego. I was home, but not alone because Henry (that’s the thing about pets, right) It was summer night and a fat fly had been slow buzzing around the apartment all evening. I was trying to get to sleep early, I had an early call the next morning for ‘The Last Ship.’ Henry was on the bed, eyes mostly shut, sometimes clocking me as I chased this asshole fly around. I knew the loud buzz would keep me awake. After many failed attempts, I gave up. The fly won. I went into the bedroom to try and get some sleep. Before I turned off the lights, the fly came in again. My frustration boiled. Then, in one swift motion, Henry reached both of his paws up above his head as he stretched up long on his hind legs and clapped his paws together and then slammed them down on the bed. He sniffed inside his paws and… ate the fly, tilting his head to one side as he chomped open mouthed while looking at me like, “Easy.” Never had I been more proud. What a boy. My Henry. My Hee Raa, my Hee Dah Mow Mow, the Razzle Dazzle Ree Rah.

Bridget Regan Instagram – Eamon and Frankie were away somewhere, most likely San Diego. I was home, but not alone because Henry (that’s the thing about pets, right) It was summer night and a fat fly had been slow buzzing around the apartment all evening. I was trying to get to sleep early, I had an early call the next morning for ‘The Last Ship.’ Henry was on the bed, eyes mostly shut, sometimes clocking me as I chased this asshole fly around. I knew the loud buzz would keep me awake. After many failed attempts, I gave up. The fly won. I went into the bedroom to try and get some sleep.

Before I turned off the lights, the fly came in again. My frustration boiled. Then, in one swift motion, Henry reached both of his paws up above his head as he stretched up long on his hind legs and clapped his paws together and then slammed them down on the bed. He sniffed inside his paws and… ate the fly, tilting his head to one side as he chomped open mouthed while looking at me like, “Easy.”

Never had I been more proud. What a boy. My Henry. My Hee Raa, my Hee Dah Mow Mow, the Razzle Dazzle Ree Rah. | Posted on 24/Jan/2022 13:32:22

Bridget Regan Instagram – Eamon and Frankie were away somewhere, most likely San Diego. I was home, but not alone because Henry (that’s the thing about pets, right) It was summer night and a fat fly had been slow buzzing around the apartment all evening. I was trying to get to sleep early, I had an early call the next morning for ‘The Last Ship.’ Henry was on the bed, eyes mostly shut, sometimes clocking me as I chased this asshole fly around. I knew the loud buzz would keep me awake. After many failed attempts, I gave up. The fly won. I went into the bedroom to try and get some sleep. 

Before I turned off the lights, the fly came in again. My frustration boiled. Then, in one swift motion, Henry reached both of his paws up above his head as he stretched up long on his hind legs and clapped his paws together and then slammed them down on the bed. He sniffed inside his paws and… ate the fly, tilting his head to one side as he chomped open mouthed while looking at me like, “Easy.”

Never had I been more proud. What a boy. My Henry. My Hee Raa, my Hee Dah Mow Mow, the Razzle Dazzle Ree Rah.
Bridget Regan Instagram – In 2008 I was living in New Zealand, filming Legend of the Seeker and my sister, her then boyfriend now husband and his sister, Kristy, came to visit me in Auckland for Thanksgiving. I was living in a beautiful old villa but it was erily quiet when I didn’t have company. My sister told me I needed a cat. I told her I was thinking of getting a dog. So off we went to the SPCA to look for a puppy. While walking through, somewhere along the way we lost Kristy. Eventually we found her – she was standing in front of a cage, her back up against it with her arms spread out, guarding it. She said, “This is your cat.” She stepped aside and I saw him. Kristy was right. In a moment, I knew that he was for me and I was for him. 

The employee at the SPCA told me they wouldn’t give him to a family with kids because he was “too wild.” And he was. He was a couch scaler, a hallway charger, a true wild man. And a hunter. I kept adding bells to his collar, until eventually three bells clanging on his metal name tag proved to protect the bird population of NZ. 

The look he gave me when I picked him up at LAX. He rolled his eyes. Like, ‘Oh you! All this shit was because of you! Alright where are we going.’ 

He was first mine, and then also Eamon’s, and then also Frankie’s and then Barney’s. We are all floating around the house confused and shattered. 

He would sidle up ready to join in on whatever I was doing, TV watching, breastfeeding babies, when I got my appendix out he didn’t leave my bed. He’d hover in the kitchen, like a dog, hoping for something tasty to fall. Working on a script was his favorite because that meant he could sprawl out across papers. He wanted to keep you company. And purr loudly while he did. At my kids’ birthday parties you would find him in the center of a pile of kids, bizarrely happy to be grabbed and laid on and loved by tiny children.

If there was a box or a paper bag, he was in it. If there was a lap, he was on it. If there was a nice patch of sunshine, he was finding it.

Henry you were the King of Cats. My sweet boy. I’m heartbroken. I love you forever. SPCA Auckland Centres

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