Originally when I drew this, I made a caption mentioning something about canoodling. Little did I know that the word canoodling meant more than I was intending. So to avoid any inappropriate interpretations of what this cattoon might be about, I just cropped out the misleading caption, which is why this cattoon is such an irregular shape compared to normal.
Your daily fun fact: canoodling is not a word you would want to casually throw around because it apparently has some more adult connotations. There. Clarification for all.
So this was inspired while Adam and I were cuddling on the couch. I happened to look over and Duncan was by the chair motionless, staring intently at us. However, it was more than just a regular cat stare. This was the kind of creepy stalker/murderer-in-a-movie stare. The kind that calls upon some telepathic powers to send a message directly from sender to recipient. Like the minute right before the serial killer in the movie chases the victim through the house; they pause and know exactly what is about to ensue through that eye connection “conversation”. You know what I’m talking about.
No questions asked, I knew what Duncan meant. He was demanding it to be dinner time. Generally, I would expect Duncan to inform us of any delay in feeding time but this time it was creepier than normal. This wasn’t an in-your-face kind of request for food. This was some sort of weird cold and calculating message being sent.
I did not like it…enough so that I promptly got up and fed him.
Gratefully, he never creeped me out again but I think that was a definite warning that he isn’t messing around anymore and we’ve got to step up our game if we don’t want things to get serious.