Oil on cardboard – 12 x 12 inch – Unique work

Charly has been meowing for over an hour now, but his human mom still doesn’t react. It’s not for lack of trying. Maybe waking her up early wasn’t such a good idea after all. Yet pressing with his left front paw on the sliding hallway door and making a hell of a fuss had paid off last week. And despite the presence of the door wedge and the first two volumes of the Le Littré encyclopedia to block, the noise is just as deafening. Normally, that should have pissed her off and made her react…

But obviously, not this time. Despite extreme motivation, Charly despairs. Today, he has a date with his neighbor on the balcony opposite. Well, he checked, she’s not there yet but he hates being late. He met her quite by chance two days ago. Her humans had just moved in and she felt sad and lonely. Charly quite naturally started the conversation, even if it meant attracting the wrath of all the tomcats in the neighborhood. She is magnificent. Her red coat literally bewitched him. He absolutely must go out on the balcony.

Hey, he hears a noise in the bedroom… He leaves the living room trotting. No, no meowing, he chooses to lay low. It is indeed his human mother who gets up. He is so happy. She goes to the kitchen, prepares her coffee. Well, that’s all very nice, but how do I make her understand that she has to open the balcony door?

Charly decides to go for broke. He stands in front of the window and stretches his front legs full length on the glass. He pushes a whispered meow, very soft to attract a little more attention but not too much, just enough to coax her. He is lucky, the weather is nice, the sky is almost blue. The gods are with him today!

As he turns to… She’s here, she’s coming. He can hear her bare feet squeaking on the floor. She moves her hand towards the handle and … tada, it’s open. She really is the best human mom in the whole world! Well, he’ll thank her later with untimely purrs.

Let’s go to the balcony, he raises his head, there she is…