Yesterday whilst on my way home away after work, I encountered the Grumplepuss.
I have used this term freely to describe persons with unnecessarily negative attitudes. I had no image for the term, nor did I think to create one. But yesterday in a Ma & Pa record store, I looked to the front counter to find the folks in charge and was instead greeted by this at the register:
This, ladies and gentlemen, is obviously a Grumplepuss. Though, her terrible attitude is not her fault entirely. As Dave chatted away with the owner, Grumps loved up on me a like a soldier home from war. After I gave her a few pats at the front counter, she jumped down to follow me around the store until I was finally convinced to sit down and give her some sweet cat lady lovin’.
It was during this love fest that I noticed her terrible breath, her unkempt coat, and the gunk that had gathered around her eyes and lingered there for what looked like months.
Poor Grumplepuss has some negligent owners.
I thought about taking her home for a weekend to give her a good cleaning and return her afterward. I also thought about sending a gift certificate to the business for a free grooming for her. I’m sure there are lots of great ways that I can frame the conversation, but it still wouldn’t detract from the fact that I’m saying “Hey. You obviously don’t take care of your cat. Here’s money. You have no excuse.”
Unfortunately, she found it difficult to get comfortable and kept meowing a pathetic little meow, which made me think that perhaps more was plaguing her than met the eye. Maybe I should send a vet gift certificate too. Can I even do that?
She eventually resolved to lie on my bag, though at first she was fighting with me to crawl inside it. Maybe she was asking me to please take her away from the record store. Maybe she was crying for help and was surprised someone actually pet her instead of saying she was a frumpy, dirty cat.
Or maybe I’ve taken the next step in my Crazy Cat Woman journey, where I am convinced I need to rescue even the cats that are already with an owner in a warm place. Sooner or later, I’ll think they’re all trying to talk to me. Some will be telling me to rescue them, others that my apartment is burning down, still others that tell me to collect more cats.
Maybe I should stick to the gift card approach. ♣