This one is Horace. Last week, his maker came to class in a mood.
Why don't you come sit with me?
"No, don't want to."
Well, I'm right here if you change your mind.
"I won't."
Five minutes into drawing, he was frustrated, slamming things.
D., what's happening?
"I can't do it!"
Bring it on over here.
He came, he sat, we drew grumpy cats.
Mine's named Gertrude, Gertrude the Grumpy Cat. Who's yours?
"I don't know."
Looks like a Horace to me.
He added the label, asked about the spelling. We talked about his day. Not good, his teacher was annoying him, so he was annoying her back.
Well, I hope your day gets better.
Nothing profound was said, but we had a few silly moments together, pretending our cats were grumping at each other, and he took my Gertrude with him. This boy is often searching for attention, and full of attitude. He's got a story that makes it understandable. If I were him, I'd be a grumpy cat, too.
