For you, I'm afraid I have drawn Gloomnous Doom. He drags his feet along the floor as he comes in, crying "Doom! Doom!" It startles me, and I knock over the cat treats, spilling a dozen or so across the floor.
He looks mournfully up at me. "See? It's all hopeless. Doom! Gloom! There's nothing for it but to weep."
The cats ignore him and pounce gleefully on the treats. But then, cats don't cry over spilt milk either. I pick up the cat treats and return my attention to you. Are you taking care of yourself? I offer tea or hot chocolate. Are you getting enough sleep? We talk for a while.
Gloomious sits there, pretending to ignore us, but occasionally telling us that tea is just quackery or chocolate will make us fat or sleep doesn't do any good any way. He even tells the cats that eating cat treats will do no good, they'll just get hungry again soon. The kitten sniffs him suspiciously, and bats at his wings. The momma cat tries to clean his ears. Although he clearly dislikes both, he just hunkers down, crying, "Woe is me!"
Finally I put some chocolate in his hand, thank him for his message, and set him outside. Our pity party will be more fun without him, and after we've indulged for a while and perhaps had a nice nap, we can return to doing something productive or fun--or who knows? Maybe even a bit of both!
Gloominous Doom
He looks mournfully up at me. "See? It's all hopeless. Doom! Gloom! There's nothing for it but to weep."
The cats ignore him and pounce gleefully on the treats. But then, cats don't cry over spilt milk either. I pick up the cat treats and return my attention to you. Are you taking care of yourself? I offer tea or hot chocolate. Are you getting enough sleep? We talk for a while.
Gloomious sits there, pretending to ignore us, but occasionally telling us that tea is just quackery or chocolate will make us fat or sleep doesn't do any good any way. He even tells the cats that eating cat treats will do no good, they'll just get hungry again soon. The kitten sniffs him suspiciously, and bats at his wings. The momma cat tries to clean his ears. Although he clearly dislikes both, he just hunkers down, crying, "Woe is me!"
Finally I put some chocolate in his hand, thank him for his message, and set him outside. Our pity party will be more fun without him, and after we've indulged for a while and perhaps had a nice nap, we can return to doing something productive or fun--or who knows? Maybe even a bit of both!