The door was still unlocked, so I expected the next visitor any mont, but that wasn’t what happened. The Cat finished his coffee, and I finished mine. I ended up making a second cup for myself, with lots of cream and vanilla to prepare myself for this eting. Indigo kept on sleeping. Now and then, a little snore would be louder and I’d need to resist chuckling about it.
I caught myself just watching her sleep, then I noticed the Cat watching .
“She’ll be okay, right?” I asked.
“Yes, she is a growing little dragon.”
“But, will she get too big for the shop…?” Concern filled my voice and the sunlight coming in from the skylights dimd a little. The shop reacted to the concern, and I could feel like the shop could, and would, get bigger if needed.
The Cat chuckled. “She has decades before she grows bigger than .”
I glanced at the Cat, then at Indigo. She was about half the size of him now, if I didn’t count her wings spread out behind her. Hopefully he was right and she wouldn’t grow too big too fast.
The bells on the door jingled, and my head snapped up. Yet, all I could see was soone struggling with a large painting that had to be at least 3 feet by 2 feet, wrapped in brown paper. They made it past the door before I could jump out from behind the counter to help. At so point, an empty easel appeared near the window.
Ideas sparked at the edge of my mind as the cat-person set the still wrapped painting on the easel. Sohow they were carefully using their paws to not damage the paper, while still managing to hold the painting. Then, they stepped back and glanced our way.
It was the sa Cat-person as the first ti, with yellow eyes and brown fur. Their tail had stripes, and this ti they wore an apron with what had to be paintbrushes stuck in one pocket. The Cat-person caught sight of the Cat on the counter and bowed. This ti I knew what to do.
“You can rise,” I said with a confident voice. “What brings you to the shop today?” If only I could tell stories to my brothers. They would get a kick out of this.
“A present for the Highness,” said the Cat-person. He bowed again toward the Cat but this ti didn’t stay in the position. “You have changed my life, lifting up from my lowest to now being a renowned artist!” They nodded their head frantically. “I am ser, the artist, at your service.”
“It’s nice to et you, ser,” I said, after a quick glance at the Cat. He sat there, staring at ser.
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The Cat’s voice whispered in my head. “You kid…”
I ignored his voice. “So, you brought a present?” I motioned to the painting.
“Yes, yes, I am now known as the cat artist. I paint only the most holy.” His paws clapped a few tis. “I am not worthy of the honor, but the holiness wished for my presence, so I humbly accept.” ser realized I was staring. “That is why I am here. To give a present to the most holy for changing my life.” He moved toward the painting and tore the brown paper off the fra. Then he stepped back to give us the full view.
My mouth dropped, and I resisted the urge to chuckle. The Cat sighed in my head.
The painting was of the Cat. He sat on the counter in a beam of sunlight, his fur sparkling and his eyes glowing with magic. His form filled most of the painting, making him larger than life. I had no idea how ser had done it, but it was perfect. I moved around the counter to get a better look. The closer I got, the more detail I could make out. I could see that each hair of fur was carefully done in different shades of black. His eyes were the perfect shade of green, and they seed to glow, even though it was only paint on a canvas. It must have taken forever to get correct.
Even the look on the Cat’s face was right. So much pride. I wanted the painting badly. I’d hang it up in my room and keep it forever, even after I was no longer at the shop. Even the fra was ornate. It was made of so golden wood, with leaves carved into it along each of the edges.
“This is amazing,” I whispered, unable to help myself.
ser just about lted into a puddle.
“It’s alright,” said the Cat.
“The Cat agrees,” I added.
ser shivered in delight, and tears ford at the corners of their eyes. “I can only hope that you enjoy the painting.”
I nodded before moving back behind the counter, wondering how the Cat was going to react. The Cat didn’t add anything else, but I glanced his way, like he had.
“The Cat accepts the painting, and the honor of the workmanship that went into it,” I said, confidently.
ser actually jumped for joy and clapped his paws together. Then ser bowed again to the Cat, then to . “Thank you again for your assistance in helping grow as an artist.” ser then headed out the door, careful to keep facing us as he moved. It jingled quietly closed.
“That painting is epic,” I said. “I can’t believe they painted it. How do you think they hold a paintbrush?” I glanced at the Cat’s paws, wondering how that worked.
“It is done well,” grumbled the Cat. Still, his eyes were locked on the painting.
I wondered if he knew that was what he looked like. The only place that had a mirror was my bathroom. “It looks just like you. I have no idea how they painted it from mory. ser was only here the first ti for, what, twenty minutes buying that book?” I shook my head. “If you don’t want the painting, I’ll totally hang it up in my room. It’s just so well done.”
The Cat turned to look at . “You would hang it up in your room?” He blinked twice.
“Of course, it’s the finest piece of artwork I’ll ever own! It’s hand-painted, has a custom-carved fra, and it’s a great cat!” The cat was crazy if he thought I was going to pass up hanging the painting up.
“You can keep it, then.”
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