This was my feline visitor for the month of April while his owner was moving from Austin to Albany. I called him Mr. Grumpy. He has a real name, but it doesn't do him justice, so I gave him another name. He lived in a corner of my living room (because I wouldn't let him camp out under my bed) for the first three weeks. He was convinced that if he couldn't see me, I couldn't see him.
He came with very specific instructions: He only drinks water with ice in it. He only eats warm food. He needs to be brushed every single day. He likes to sit on only this pillow (which was shipped specially from Austin to Albany for him). He needs to sit out on the balcony to watch the squirrels and the birds every day. He only likes a certain kind of food.
Guess what. He could care less about the temperature of his food -- as long as it's chicken. Water could be cold or hot as long as it was running water. If it's less than 40 degrees outside, there's no way he's setting foot on that balcony. The 30 inch square pillow shipped special delivery received the most cursory sniff before being completely ignored for an entire month. An all attempts to brush him resulted in the most extraordinary display of feline hissing and growling you have ever seen. That's why he was Mr. Grumpy.
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| Mr. Grumpy |
So while he was glaring at me in the corner of the living room, I was drawing. Finally, only a few days before his owner came back, he decided that I was an okay person and he came and laid at my feet while I was sitting at the dining room table. Now that he's gone home, I miss him a little. But not enough to get a cat of my own. I'll just be Aunt Susan and Mr. Grumpy will come and stay occasionally.
Zentangles drawn during Mr Grumpy's stay follow.
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