Last weekend my fiance, our close friend, and I took a trip out to the local Barnes and Noble. While wandering around, we came across a stuffed Grumpy Cat. I’m kind of obsessed with the unhappy little ball of furry cuteness, so upon this discovery, my wonderful fiance snatched it up and bought it for me.
I promptly gave my new favorite possession a prime spot in the center of the bed.
But that wasn’t enough. Grumpy Cat (stuffed) was not satisfied with merely remaining stationery on a pillow. And so the adventure began the next morning, when our morning coffee was interrupted.
The coffee didn’t help. Next, our taste in music was insulted. Man, he’s grumpy. (The stuffed version is a he, fyi).
The next day our water heater broke. Ugh. But no one was more upset then Grumpy Cat (stuffed).
I thought maybe some exercise would help improve his mood. Heck, it always works for me! But, alas, it only made things worse.
Maybe all Grumpy Cat (stuffed) needed was a friend. Everyone needs a friend, right? Apparently not everyone.
I was starting to give up. I decided to let Grumpy Cat (stuffed) explore on his own and maybe that would cheer him up. He didn’t get very far.
As a last resort, I gave him a book to read, to hopefully take his mind off of his grumpiness.
I give up. I should have known you can’t change a cat. 😛